I wish I could be as articulate as Mad Momma when I talk about my son. I don’t even know where to begin when I talk about him and my feelings for him. Most mothers who live with their children don’t really know how lucky they are to be with them, feed them, dress them up, comb their hair, wipe their snot, iron and wash their clothes, cook their food and see them grow.
My son will be a teenager this year and I have missed seven years of his life being away from him. Though I talk to him daily there is a part of me that wants to sleep next to him, feel his warm body next to mine and have his arm around me. I want to see him smile, be there with him when he cries, console him when he loses a game and teach him the subjects that he hates. I want to experience it all.
I want to kiss away all his fears. I want to tell him that no matter how he is and what he is he will always be the most important thing to me. If ever I have to give up my life for someone it would be him and only him.
When I got married the first time we had this ceremony when I have to touch elder’s feet and ask them for their blessings. I refused to do it and my dad and mom didn’t say a word.
But now.....
my son – he means the world to me and for once my selfish head bows to what people call motherhood!!
(PS: On reading the post again it sounds quite filmy but believe me those words came from the pits of my heart)
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