You’re a mother now.
The number of things you are afraid of has been multiplied to a hundred.
You get practical exams for patience almost every everyday. And you learn to summon courage and understanding now more than you’ve ever done in your entire life.
You utter a silent prayer almost every single minute, especially when you see the thermometer hits the 38 degrees Celsius mark. You recognize a sleepless night even before it begins.
Hugs and kisses with no reasons are your consolation for all the TV series you’ve missed watching, books you’ve missed reading, parties you’ve missed attending, and clothes you’ve missed buying. And somehow, you don’t understand why, but somehow, those are enough.
Children will grow up and leave. But you will always be mother. That cannot change. But you also know too darn well that you’ll never be the same.
There are times when you hate being needed all the time. Yet most of the time, you love being needed all the time.
You marvel at oddity of your new calling. More so at the number of times your heart skips a beat or when your pulse races like crazy.
You recognize all these but you are not complaining, nor regretting – NO. Definitely not regretting. This is one of the best, if not the best thing that ever happened to you. You know that much.
Mother. The title scares, amazes, and makes you proud all at the same time.