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From Mom to Mom

I was visiting a bookstore (it was mommy time) while Archu and Hubby were home, I saw a woman fondling her 4 month old baby.

Oh, I must say my heart was filled with love and memories of my baby that tiny, clinging on to my shoulder. What a feeling. Everytime I see a mom with an infant girl slightly younger than Archu, it makes me want to hold Archu tight and give her a snuggly kiss and say and I love you.

Here is an interesting read from the book titled ‘Chicken soup for the soul–from women to women’.
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Quoting-
‘‘I had 2 toddlers and the thought of waking up in the morning fully rested, instead of having my eyes pried open by tiny fingers was quite attractive. I had heard of the term ‘empty nest’ and correctly assumed that in an empty nest, I could wear clothes without spit up stains, finish sentences when speaking to my husband, carry a purse without squeak toys or pacifiers or cookie crumbs.

Oh, the beauty of dinner time without spilled milk, a house without the background sounds of crying, walls without sticky fingerprints, and being able to sleep throughout the entire night.

However, the ensuing years had automatically solved many of the distasteful parts of motherhood – No one would be spitting up on me, or cry to be fed in the middle of the night, nobody to be bathed or dressed or to have their shoes tied ten times a day. I tried not to look at the two empty bedrooms as I passed by them. Even though the beds were made, the rooms lacked character. The one-eyed bear was missing from his favorite spot on the floor. School books, papers and cans of hair spray had all disappeared.’’

End Quotes.
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I was intrigued by this reality , for I have seen many women who have sent their daughters and sons to other places and miss them dearly. Very good narration by the author.
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