The Joy of Motherhood
It has now been twenty-two years since that memorable, life-changing night in August. Time seems to have come and gone in almost an instant. I cannot even see where it went. I blinked after I nourished her from my bosom, the seat of my most intimate feelings, and opened my eyes today to magically see her blossom into a fine young lady. But just as time has remained invisible, so is the love I have for my daughter. You cannot even count and measure the things I have given up for her, the purest love I can offer. Prestige, awards, recognition, wealth, or material possession; none of these can replace the joy of being a mother.
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