In plain words
Surely it was because the good Kausalyā's womb was the pearl-oyster that Rāma became God and shone in glory; surely it was because Sītā, great in her virtue, raised them gladly that the twins Kuśa and Lava grew to greatness; surely it was because Jijiyā, jewel among women, raised him gladly that the hero Śivājī too won his name...
So every person must honour the mother and love her. But today those who look upon their mother with honour, with love, with care and with affection are very rare. In any land, in any age, the sacredness of the mother has no equal. A mother thinks without ceasing of nothing but the welfare of her children. In this world there are wicked sons, but a wicked mother is not to be found. The culture of Bhārata teaches, “Regard your mother as God; regard your father as God; regard your teacher as God; regard your guest as God...”; it gives the first place to the mother alone. The mother, and none other, is the first God. But how many today honour their mother? How many are worthy of a mother's Prema? Only the child who is worthy of a mother's Prema is a true child. A son who hurts his mother and brings tears to her eyes will find no peace or happiness at all in life. Under no circumstances must you cause the mother pain. However learned a man may be, however high his office, to his mother he is still her son, is he not! So first of all, you must honour the mother and make her happy. You must take her command upon your head and stand as an example to society in your daily life.
Easwaramma, an ideal mother
I am not telling this to win name and fame. Easwaramma, the mother of this body, welcomed everyone with great humility, with a nature given to Dharma, and with a broad outlook. She would take in those who had lost their husbands at a young age and give them courage; she would make them forget their troubles. If she saw any little children: who are these? Whose children are they?