#Love – The purest and eternal form of Love is Motherhood #BlogchatterA2Z
L stands for LOVE
Motherhood is the greatest form of Love on this earth . The love which is pure and eternal . I think only a mother can feel how it feels to be a mother . God has gifted every woman with this wonderful bond of Love .
Thankyou God for the gift of Motherhood
(I am a Mom to a daughter who is eleven years old now . Today I want to share about what I love about my gift of Motherhood )
After I got married , I had to undergo abortion even before I celebrated my first anniversary . It was certainly depressing but after around one year more , I conceived again . Since the day I saw her as a seed in my first ultrasound , I am in Love with my gift of motherhood . From that ultrasound day to the day I delivered her and till today , I can feel the love rising . Her smiles are so real and hugs so pure that they automatically bring smile on my face , in my heart , in my soul . I love to care for her , even worry for her.
When she was an infant , I loved to massage her , bathe her and moisture her skin . I loved to breast feed her and constantly looking at her radiant face brought delight . Whenever she fell sick , I loved to wrap her in blanket and hold her tight , singing cradle songs . I loved to be awake and I loved to make her rest on my tummy so that she could sleep peacefully . I loved when she cuddled , so what even if she pulled my hair ? I loved when she started crawling and used to come to kitchen and play with potatoes . When she grew up and started going to school , I loved when I also attended her play school for five days along with her so as to adjust her in new environment. When she was able to make new friends , I loved to keep looking at her playing with friends .
Today when she is eleven years old and has completed primary schooling , I love to encourage her when she gets less marks . I love to guide her , strengthen her . I love to act bold in front of her even if my situations are trying to weaken me . I love to cry with her when she falls on road . I love to help her in Mathematics problems and I also love when she teaches me science on her blackboard . I love when she has now started suggesting me about my dressing style . I love when she herself drapes saree , tries my heels and ramp walks in front of the mirror , but it becomes difficult to love her when she uses all my moisturiser and sunscreens to make slime . I love to get lots of hugs from her whenever I make Rajma chawal for her . I love when she gets down from school bus and runs to me and I also love when she eats my brain telling all happenings at school .
Motherhood is the purest form of love which proves itself when she hugs me every now and then . Her warmth and touch overflows so much in my heart that it sometimes wets my eyes too . Motherhood completes my identity .