A few months ago, I held a new born baby. A
tiny, sweet, handsome man that belonged to one of my friends. His tiny fingers
tightly gripping my finger, his sharp nails (by the way, the nails of the tiny
ones are usually very sharp) softly pricking my neck as I held him to rest on
my shoulder. I smiled. A true and genuine smile, from deep within. It was a
breath-taking moment for me. As I held the young one, I swiftly shifted to my fantasies.
I get invited to many baby showers and my joy
is not even in the food (though I don’t mind) or the socialization, but in seeing
and holding someone that has been delivered to this earth for the very first
time and well, say “welcome to the world baby”. Also, I delight in watching
(and learning from them), the mothers protectively hold and hug their own…mmmmh
mmmmh mmmmh.
As I watched mother and son bond, I was
really touched. I shed a tear, no two. I mean, there can never be enough words
to express the sweet relationship and bond between a mother and a child. I was
taken aback by this. No matter what circumstances the child came through, a
mother will always find joy in her child or children.
The mum lay the young babe on her chest and
the young one just slept there, on her, his head resting on the place where her
heart is and just slept soundly…(yeah, its soothing). However, I am not saying that the fathers don’t
bond with their young ones, but that of a mother is much more deep, much
more…..more intense, profound. And to those who felt or still feel that their
mothers do not love them, well they do a lot
As I think about it all, I can’t wait for my
own young one to come (actually I can wait till then). He/she will be greatly
loved! I will jealously love him/her and others will also be jealous. I just
envision it and can already feel a mother’s joy in my heart.
A mother’s joy IS in their child.
