… And she gave birth to a mother!


… And she gave birth to a mother!!

I can’t forget those hours of anxiety and nervousness. Those contractions… that delivery room… I was to undergo a major transformation from being a wife, daughter and a sister to being a mom. Each minute of pain meant I was closer to see the one I carried in my womb for nine long months… The wait was soon about to end. Enough had I already heard about how life would change after stepping into this new role, I was very close to experience it myself.

Everything will always be garden-fresh in my remembrance.. From the time to being admitted in the hospital to the time when I heard the first cry of my daughter. Look at the magic the creator has made… all pain and trauma vanished in a few seconds and all I wanted was to see my angel. The doctor brought her close to me and whispered ‘this is your baby’ and all I could do was to nod and let those tiny droplets in my eyes roll by. I can’t ever forget how beautiful she looked, swaddled in a soft cloth with her eyes still closed. I fixed my gaze on that petite just born baby for about a minute before the doctor took her away to show to my family waiting outside.

They say I gave birth to a girl but I proudly say that my daughter gave birth to a mother. A child gives birth to a mom as much as a lady gives birth to a child. And ever since that day my life has changed and all I know is that it will keep evolving each day.

Sometimes I wonder what it is to be a mother and then I just smile. Been only a couple of months but seems I already understand a lot about the deepness this word holds.

Being a mother is learning how to eat and bathe in two minutes. It is learning to work with not just the right but also with the left hand. Being a mother is to know you will have sleepless nights for years and yet accepting it with a smile. Being a mother is to look into the baby’s eyes and feel proud of your creation. Being a mother is like becoming the protective shield of the family. Being a mother is sacrificing something every minute. Being a mother is giving up on your previous size and accepting the new one. Being a mother is a rigorous attempt to fit into that pile of clothes lying in the wardrobe. It is staying active at wee hours of the day. It is to dream to fulfill your baby’s dreams. Being a mother is to proudly carry stretch marks for the rest of your life. Being a mother is carrying and caring for a life completely dependent on you for survival.  It’s giving air to the lungs that grew within you, and sight to the eyes that will never see you as anything but mommy.

Being a mother is a connection that is unmatched and insurmountable in any form or other relationship. It’s a love that grows continually, a love that always wants more and better. It’s always being available for the “Mommy watch me!” yells and “Mommy I need you” pleas. It’s being strong for the child when you are weak. It’s smiling when you want to cry, and crying when you’re smiling with pride.

Being a mom is a blessing, a gift, a relationship that never ends and a love that never dies. It’s the best thing I have ever become, the greatest love I have ever felt and the best part about being me.

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