Solely devoted to her children, to the struggles of daily life and, of course, to the most amazing feeling of love. “Sleep my beautiful angel”! What a sweet sound and how beautiful the picture of a mother lulling her child is! Or later in life “All the best, my child”, when a mother is beset by worry for her child’s course of life.
Could it, though, also be a little bit of a struggle like the one of “Mairi Panagiotara”, or the one of “Mitera kai aderfi”….or even “Otan pinei mia gynaika pos pona den kserete”? Yet, we never forget the cases such as that of the “ungrateful” but sweet ‘Gioul Bachar’.