Mother’s Love Never Dies

As Mother’s Day approaches, I find myself remembering my last day of training before I became a professional court interpreter. Part of my training (and the part I enjoyed the most) was sitting in courtrooms observing court procedures. “I am starving,” I thought, ready to take my lunch break. I started getting closer to the front edge of my chair and waited for the judge to finish sentencing a young man standing in front of him. I stopped frozen when I heard a scream filling the room, followed by a dreadful silence.

I moved my eyes to scan the room (afraid that I would make noise if I moved my head). Everyone was still, except for the middle-aged Latina woman who sat in the second row with her face covered in her hands. When she heard the sentence, she stood up energetically and then collapsed back in her seat. Her body was shaking in a silent, traumatic convulsion. The clock on the wall indicated that a few seconds had passed, but no one in the courtroom dared to break the silence.

“The defendant can be taken to custody,” the judge finally spoke. I watched the defendant, in his late twenties, with two officers behind him, moving with hesitation toward the side door. He turned his head to the woman in the second row. Her face was covered with her hands until the defendant was at the door. She lifted her head and looked at the young man with pain and sadness. There was an obvious resemblance between the two. They made eye contact. At that moment, I knew that the woman was the defendant’s mother. For a brief second, she smiled through her tears as if she wanted to say, “I love you. It’s going to be OK.” The young man’s face relaxed, and his posture straightened as he stepped out of the courtroom.

I have never forgotten this episode. Of course, all of us who interpret in court have a story like this to tell, and we all understand the deep emotional consequences of many legal proceedings. But I didn’t understand the full depth of what I saw until many years later when I was pregnant in the hospital giving birth to my first son. No doubt, childbirth was the most physically painful experience I had ever had. After several hours of labor, here he was in my arms, screaming as he gasped for air to enter a brave new world. I looked at his big blue eyes, and my heart filled with a love I never thought possible. The pain didn’t matter, and nothing was as important as the tiny body in my arms and as powerful as the love that was born that day.

The human connection

In May 2020, the news of George Floyd being brutally murdered while he was under arrest on the streets of Minneapolis shook our country and the world. The footage and comments from eyewitnesses were shocking. Many of us cried when we learned that George called his late mother’s name while taking his last breaths. It was no longer a story we heard on the news; it was the human connection we felt in our hearts. It didn’t matter that his mother passed away three years before the incident; George Floyd reached out to her and spoke the love language we all understood.

My mom passed away at the beginning of the pandemic, and I have missed her since. I often wished that I could hear her voice and look into her eyes during the pandemic loneliness and despair over social injustice. But I knew (just like George Floyd did) that mom was looking over me. Often times, I went to sleep at night, and she whispered in my dreams with the only thing I needed to know to sleep peacefully and wake up with hope and strength, “I love you. It’s going to be OK.”

There is a lot of injustice in the world. I often tell my kids that this is the aspect of living we need to accept while we do our part to make the world a better place for everyone. As long as we keep trying, we can continue on this path, knowing that mother’s love offers perfect compassion, justice, and fairness. As long as we can tap into this love, we can stand firm, overcome many challenges, and reach our loftiest dreams. As long as we remember, we can find peace even if we can no longer look at our mother’s eyes and hear her words. Mother’s love is always present in our hearts. It breaks down walls, melts the ice, and it shows up in our lives when we need it the most.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Urszula Bunting is a professional Legal and Medical Interpreter and Translator. She is a National Board Certified Health and Wellness Coach, a member of the American College of Lifestyle Medicine, Registered Yoga Teacher, and published author. Urszula is passionate about empowering people to take charge of their health and to transform life’s difficulties into opportunities to grow. For more information, please visit

12 thoughts on “Mother’s Love Never Dies”

  1. Gila says:

    Beautiful article. So sorry for your loss. So true about George Floyd. I hope that we all continue to do all that we can in order to make the world a more just place. 🙂 – Gila

    1. Urszula says:

      Thank you, Gila. We need to pursue truth and justice and mother’s love is a great reminder and inspiration. Best wishes!

  2. CYnthia Hernández says:

    Very moving! Happy Mother’s Day to you

    1. Urszula says:

      Thank you, Cynthia. Happy Mother’s Day!

  3. Ruth Hernandez says:

    Very lovely. Thank you, Ursula for your beautiful descriptive narrative. I too lost my mother during the pandemic. Someone was infected and decided to visit my 93 year old mother seeking solace from her. Our first Mother’s Day without her also.

    1. Urszula says:

      Thank you and I am sorry for your loss, Ruth. It is not easy to accept the loss, but we need to remember our mothers’ love and the fact that it will always be with us. Sending you a big virtual hug!

  4. Maria de Villiers says:

    Beautifully composed, Ursula! Excellent descriptive ability!

    1. Urszula says:

      Thank you, Maria! Best wishes.

  5. Claudia says:

    Nicely said. You are correct, Ursula, a mother’s love never dies.
    A cheer and a good wish to all of us, mothers, on Mother’s Day!

    1. Urszula says:

      Thank you, Claudia, and happy Mother’s Day!

  6. I am sorry for your loss.
    Your piece is very moving, brought tears to my eyes and made me think; my mother has been gone 38 years, but at every tough moment of my life…I’ve called for her.

    1. Urszula says:

      Thank you, Alicia. I feel the same way. Our mothers still take care of us but in a more intimate way. Best wishes – Urszula

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