Motherhood

She met plenty of mothers who complained that they did not have time for their own life and all the life they had was spent on their children, who when they had grown, left the house and went on with their private lives. She met even those mothers who wished they didn't have their children, not because children brought any weight in their life - because they never wanted to be mothers.

This brave one heard a lady share that motherhood was like a spider's web and being a mother was like a spider, who was defined and constrained by its own web.

But she was all expectant, she was full of delight waiting in her anticipation for a new life, which she thought was a gift, that will be unwrapped as life will unfold, year after year. She was planning to invest everything she had, her best, without any reservation, fear and shadowed views of others.

Through the Story

My story telling ends very quickly with my 14 month old son. After "Once upon a time..." we jump right to the end, "So the chicken laid a simple egg, not a golden one."

Every day of this stage development passes by momentarily; from learning how to dance with the music to turning the pages in a book and putting his own shoes on.

I don"t want to miss any of these!
And you, my baby, are doing a good job!