First I wish Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers.

Mother's Day is the time to honour and cherish the special bond of love  that we share with our mother . Mother's Day is a celebration of all mothers and of the everlasting bond that all mothers share with the children. One relationship which is always with us is the one we share with our mothers.  Mothers also shape our lives and our personalities and crediting them for the same is something one should do at every opportunity.

On Mother?s Day I want to thank my dearest mother who has always stood by me , who has made me what I am today , who forgets her daylong exertion on seeing my face entering the house , who always guides me , who always thinks of ways to bring smiles on my face, irrespective of my at times arguments with her she never fails to please me , love me  and care for me. You are my Angel  Mom , I love you , thank you for your selfless love and pray to God to have you as my Mom in all my births.

I would like to share with you all - this beautiful story I read on Mother?s day.

On a cold Christmas Eve in 1952, when Korea was in the throes of civil war, one young woman struggled along a village street, obviously soon to deliver a child. She pleaded with passersby,

"Help me! Please. My baby."

No one paid any attention to her.

She had heard of a missionary living nearby who might help her. Hurriedly, she began walking to that village. If only he would help her baby. Shivering and in pain, she struggled over the frozen countryside. But the night was so cold. Snow began to fall. Realizing that the time was near to deliver her baby, she took shelter under a bridge. There, alone, her baby was born on Christmas Eve.  Worried about her newborn son, she took off her own clothes, wrapped them around the baby and held him close in the warm circle of her arms.

The next day, the missionary braved the new snow to deliver Christmas packages. As he walked along, he heard the cry of a baby. He followed the sound to a bridge. Under it, he found a young mother frozen to death, still clutching her crying new born son. The missionary tenderly lifted the baby out of her arms.

When the baby was 10 years old, his now adoptive father told him the story of his mother's death on Christmas Eve. The young boy cried, realizing the sacrifice his mother had made for him.

The next morning, the missionary rose early to find the boy's bed empty. Seeing a fresh set of small footprints in the snow outside, he bundled up warmly in a winter coat and followed the trail. It led back to the bridge where the young mother had died.

As the missionary approached the bridge, he stopped, stunned. Kneeling in the snow was his son, naked and shivering uncontrollably. His clothes lay beside him in a small pile. Moving closer, he heard the boy say through chattering teeth:

"Mother, were you this cold for me?"