I am thankful for moms who try their best, give their all and

Koena Mitra once spoke words that shine with eternal light: “I am thankful for moms who try their best, give their all and bless their children with something priceless.” In these words lies the recognition of the most sacred bond, the bond between mother and child, a bond that surpasses wealth, status, or power. What a mother gives is not measured in coins or possessions, but in the silent sacrifices, the unseen labor, and the endless love that forms the foundation of a child’s soul.

The origin of this statement springs from universal truth, for across all cultures and times, the figure of the mother has stood as the first teacher, the first protector, the first source of hope. Koena Mitra, in her acknowledgment, honors not only her own mother but all mothers who, despite hardship, pour themselves out so that their children might rise. To be thankful for such devotion is to recognize that what is priceless is not material, but the gift of nurture, patience, and unconditional love.

History is rich with such stories. Consider Cornelia, mother of the Gracchi brothers in ancient Rome. When wealthy women boasted of their jewels, Cornelia pointed to her sons and declared, “These are my jewels.” She gave them her strength, her teaching, her discipline, and in doing so, blessed them with something far greater than gold. Or reflect on Abraham Lincoln, who often said, “All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” In both Cornelia and Lincoln’s mother we see the same truth that Mitra speaks of: a mother’s devotion bestows treasures unseen, but felt across a lifetime.

At the heart of her words is the acknowledgment of sacrifice. Mothers often give in silence, working tirelessly, denying themselves comfort, and bearing burdens that others do not see. And yet, they do so not for recognition, but out of love. The priceless blessing they offer is character, resilience, and the quiet assurance that their children are cherished. Gratitude for such sacrifice elevates both the mother and the child, binding them in a bond of honor that stretches across generations.

To the young, this teaching is a call: do not overlook the efforts of your mothers. Many times their struggles are invisible, hidden behind smiles and gentle words. Be thankful while they still walk beside you, for their presence is a blessing, and their labor is the soil from which your life has grown. Speak your gratitude, and let your actions reflect the love they have poured into you.

To those who are mothers, Koena Mitra’s words are both recognition and encouragement. Even when you feel unseen, even when your sacrifices seem unnoticed, know that what you give is priceless. Your love is planting seeds that will bear fruit long after your labor is forgotten by the world. Your children may not always say it, but the imprint of your devotion will guide them all their lives.

The eternal wisdom here is this: a mother’s love is the first and greatest inheritance. It is not counted in wealth, but in strength of character, in moral compass, in resilience of spirit. Koena Mitra’s gratitude reminds us that while kingdoms may rise and fall, while fortunes may come and go, the blessing of a mother’s devotion endures forever.

Thus, let this teaching be carried forward: honor your mothers, give thanks for their sacrifices, and recognize that in their giving you have received life’s greatest treasure. For to be thankful for them is not only to honor them — it is to honor the very foundation of your own existence.