Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!
You are my children. I have watched you grow from the womb, to the breast of your mother; from the first day at nursery, when you cried as your mother left and I held your hand. We walked through school, then high school, university. Then your first job; how awkward you felt that day.
You grew into an adult. Your engagement; your marriage; the birth of your first child. Every moment in your life I have watched.
Your retirement; your old age; your last day. I will be there, for I AM your eternity.