Greetings my lovely friends
A monk is frequently portrayed as a lifelong devotee of discipline, sacrifice, and the welfare of others. In my life, no one fits that role better than my mother. She doesn't live in a monastery, don't wear robes, or take silence vows, so she isn't a monk in the traditional sense. However, she has lived her life in her own unique way with the same dedication, patience, and wisdom, which has helped shape who I am today.
Since I was a young child, she has supported me spiritually, physically, and in every other way. She has been my guide, protector, and greatest source of strength. My mother has been my spiritual beacon. She taught me the power of faith, the importance of prayer, and the strength that comes from believing in something greater than myself. She never forced religion on me, but through her actions, she showed me what it means to live a life of kindness, humility, and gratitude.
She instilled in me a profound sense of hope and resilience, whether it was by whispering words of encouragement prior to an important moment or by reminding me to trust in divine timing when things did not go my way. She reminded me that faith is not about having all the answers; rather, faith is about trusting the journey, even in the darkest times when I doubted everything. Physically, she has been my greatest protector and provider. She prioritized my needs from the moment I was born, giving up her sleep, her comfort, and sometimes even her health to ensure that I was safe and taken care of.
When I was ill, she was the one who nursed me back to health, carried me when I was too exhausted to walk, and stayed up late just to make sure I was comfortable. Despite being worn from years of hard work, her hands have always been gentle when she has been taking care of me, demonstrating a love that has no boundaries. My mother has contributed to my emotional, mental, and spiritual development in ways I never fully appreciated until I was older, in addition to providing physical and spiritual care.
She taught me perseverance when I wanted to give up, wisdom when I was lost, and patience when I was frustrated. She loved to correct me, gave me advice from her experience, and believed in me when I didn't. My character has been shaped by every big or small lesson she taught me, making me more compassionate, disciplined, and determined.
My mother is more to me than just a parent; she is also a monk, a mentor, and the greatest blessing in my life. She has shown me that real devotion comes from daily acts of love, sacrifice, and unwavering faith rather than from distant temples or silent prayers.