This woman does not have particular strength of mind, it simply resists.
This woman seems to be at the mercy of events and without plans for tomorrow, but of tomorrow it cultivates precious seeds of humanity.
There is no point in calling this woman a heroine, because she has a baby screaming in her ear and she won't hear.
This woman has a word, a smile and a thousand ears for each, but always too little time for himself.
This woman is but one of billions of women in the world raising children.
This woman is a mother.

Human puppies are totally dependent on their mother for one year, but for a long time they remain close to her, creating a family pack that seems to consume a lot of her energy.
What a wonderful creature!
Humans annually hold a peace prize called the Nobel
I am convinced that no one deserves to win it more than my mother.

A mother it's not a project, but a construction, the story I tell with most dedication. The strength of the ordinary has always fascinated me – for example a blade of grass – and the idea of ​​telling an infinitesimal of what a mother can do is certainly an ambitious challenge.
Maestro, the only flaw – I know – is that sometimes I interacted a little’ too much with the subject, but I promise it won't happen again.