Being a mother

The mission to become a mother begins with months of sickness followed by uncontrollable wishes of eating weird food, weight gain, pain in the back, improvement in the art of fixing the pillows under the belly trying to fill the spaces between the bed and the big belly.

Being a mother is never forgetting the feeling of the first move of the small baby inside the belly.

The wonderful moment when the baby become true in front of your eyes, the small mouth sucking milk that seems to be the best thing on earth, the first recognizing smile for you.

Being a mother is spend nights without sleeping, is to suffer with the baby’s cramps, and to worry with the crying that seems to have no reasons: maybe it’s the ear that hurts, wet diapers, hunger, wish to be hold?

It’s the concern about the flues, panic with the threat of pneumonia, broken heart with the tears caused by the death of the golden fish.

Being a mother is to help the baby to quit the pacifier and the bottle. It is to take the small one to the school and hold the tiny hand during vaccination.

Being a mother is to feel wonderful happiness to watch the baby revealing his unique characters; it is to observe the baby’s findings.

It is to feel the tiny hand looking for the protection of your hand, the tiny body coming closer to yours under the blankets.

It is to watch the improvements every day, smile with the victories and be friend when the small faults happen. It is to listen to the secrets.

Being a mother is to read some tragedy in the news and wonder: what if it was my baby?

And when in front of pictures from hungry children wonder if there can be something worse in the world than watch your baby starve.

Being a mother is to find out that can love a man even more when you watch him taking care of the small baby, so carefully, or watch him rolling on the floor having fun with the sweet baby.

Being a mother is to fall in love with your husband again, but this time for some reasons you would consider not so romantic before being a mom.

It is to feel your heart full of happiness in front of the miracle that is a child trying to give the first steps, trying to speak the first words meaningless, trying to join the words to make a sentence.

Being a mother is to feel great happiness just to hear a sweet laugh, to watch the kid scoring a goal, and bravely diving jumping from the highest level in the pool.

Being a mother is to find out that, the more sophisticated that you are, the more elegant, the scariest cry for mommy can make you drop the most expansive crystal vase you have without hesitating.

Being a mother is to find out that your life is less value after the baby.

That you would wish to die to save your baby, but at the same time that you wish to live more and more – not to make your dreams come true but to watch your child’s dreams become true.

Finally it is to be full of gratitude for everything you give and receive from your child, for the deep joy that the baby gives to your life.

It is to hold in your arms the child of your child and to find out in the tiny face the lines of your most precious gift from God: your baby.