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A mother's cry - Today 8th December being the feast of our lady of Immaculate conception, i wanted to dedicate this post our beloved mother.

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She picked up the book, walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down with a ‘huff’ like noise. She stared at the book like she had never seen anything like it in years. She looked up to Heaven and with tears in her eyes cried out, ‘Lord, when shall you bless my womb’. As if waiting for an answer from above, she looked on for a while. The desire to have a baby is not only an emotional one, but that of a physical one too. God has made a woman in such a manner, that her whole mind and body go through different stages of life before, during and after a baby. It is simply an amazing phenomenon, that cannot be described in a completely just manner.

Time passed by, and soon there was a joyful atmosphere at home. The news that was so eagerly waited for was finally confirmed. She was pregnant. Pretty pregnant.
The weeks flew by and she was progressing into a healthy pregnancy. At her ultrasound she was given her first picture. A scan picture of the baby. The size wasn’t a big one, wherein she could point out the details. But the very thought that it was the picture of a baby developing inside her, was excitement enough. She closed her eyes, and drew a mental sketch of the tiny being. She wondered, could my baby hear my heartbeats. Could my baby see what I was doing. Could my baby hear my voice. As her belly grew bigger she visualized the baby’s little feet, the baby’s toes, the fingers, a tiny frame. A small head with little eyes waiting to open to this beautiful world. As the pregnancy advanced further, she felt her baby’s gentle kicks, as her baby was saying a hello to her. Every time she felt hungry, she knew the baby was hungry too. Sometimes a sour appetizer, or sometimes a salted one. The tastes differed often.

She walked to the mirror and stood in front with her now protruding belly. She felt it so unfamiliar big, yet so dear. Her heart leaped with joy. Something she could explain. A feeling never experienced before. Happiness like she’d never known. She gently rubbed her hands across the surface and felt the stretch marks. Stretch marks which are scientifically due to the stretching of the skin. But to her it was a living proof of her growing love inside her. A joy that knew no boundaries. She was living each day, each moment to see the baby. The one who she was carrying inside of her. Everyday was so precious, that she wanted to savour every bit of it.

And now she began to touch a belly every now and then. As if to greet her baby. As if to say, baby I love you. She had started talking to her baby, everyday, every time, every hour, every minute. She paused, closed her eyes and thanked The Lord for this very moment of her life.
Such is the story of a woman with hope in her heart. The journey of a woman who walks from one stage and steps into another. She sees, she feels, she thinks, she wonders, she endures. Only because she wants to bring into this world a little baby. A little baby who is not only her daughter or son, but who is a part of her. A part of her being, which she has sensed all that God has gifted a woman with. Lucky are those who love and appreciate this journey. Luckier are even those who look forward to this journey with hope, love, joy, patience and all the many blessings we could think of, that the Almighty has bestowed upon a woman.


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