Love is an offering,
a sacrifice of great
suffering. Love is an
offering, a sacrifice of
one's self often at extreme
measures. There is a sense
of meaning, longing to become
something beautiful, lovable
and unforgettable, a mother.
A labor of love, a mother's
sacrifice, to be a life giver
is a duty that shouldn't be takenlightly.
Restless, this little life that is living
inside of me has a desire to breathe
and break free from its tomb, my womb. Heavy
with child, I am a ticking time bomb that is
waiting to explode at any moment. I have been
pregnant for so long that I have grown to be
impatient. Everything in my life changes forever
after my water breaks. Tender to the touch, I find
myself at the point of surrender where I am at the
mercy of forces beyond my control.
Love is an offering, a sacrifice of one's self often
at a great cost. Love is a spirit of liberation that
offers freedom to those who seek it. I feel it come,
the contractions just like ocean waves at the beach
and there is no one to teach me how to swim.
The contractions let me know that it is time for my
baby to be born. Overwhelmed with stress and anguish,
I can't wait for my baby to be born. Love comes to all,
the weak, the broken, strong, right and wrong. To value life
is to love. A child is born, a new life begun. A child is born, a new
life to fill my heart with everlasting joy, peace and pleasure. A child is
born, a precious jewel that I can call my own and keep forever. Elizabeth
is quite a surprise, but I welcome her into my life just like the morning
sunrise. It is no incident, she is my daughter and I am her mother.