Blessing From Earth

The feeling of love, thought is just one, it can be expressed in different forms. One of them is, of course parental love, the blessing from earth. Do you ever think what were your parents thinking the moment they heard your first cry? They always say that they were happy, because you cried. Because of the first time you screamed to the world that you were here and you are alive. Your existence, not matter how small it was, it made two normal people feel heavenly happy. Your crying made somebody else happy. A baby, originally a thing, a fetus, that was given birth by the love that two people shared. That, with each passing day, made the warmth called family. Passionate gestures build up in nine long months, a thick wall of fragile happiness. Without even noticing it, you, just like other babies, made the world brighter. Sometimes with my girlfriends, we discus what would we like to have, a girl or a baby-boy, but truly, does it even matters what will come out? The only things that matters is that you have a being that can call your own. Your parents loved and love each other, and that love created you. But can a baby be created even if there isn't any love to it?

You have a normal life and a happy family to treasure, but are all the others just like you? What do you think? Maybe you think "who cares about the others as long as I am happy?" You cannot be that selfish to ignore your surroundings. The world is just like a garden full of roses. Just as beautiful those roses are, as fierce their thorns are. You can't expect that the parental love is all flowers and smiles, that's just isolating yourself from a far away truth. Oh, I'm not saying that you don't have to be happy, is just that you should open your blessing, so even others that have never felt it, can have a little of it taste. There are people that think that their existence was a mistake, a stupid desire of youth, and had to live alone, only thinking like that. Their fragile hearts can't last forever, even thought they think they are strong. That's lying to yourself. If you are lonely find some other source of love. There are a lot of different types of parents. There are parents that didn't want to have children, and they accidentally had one. But that wasn't accidentally, even thought a future mother can be raped, and think of that child as a killing memory. Inside of it, it was a gift of god so she would feel lonely and hurt anymore. Exactly those mothers should say to themselves that entirely of that precious gift is a piece of them, not just a memory of someone or something they want so hardly to forget.

People that don't even share that same blood can be called a family, because there is love flowing between them, not just a desire to have kids. So was it entirely a mistake to have given birth to that child that can only smile in their parents presence, and that they didn't even know about the suffering that they caused. It wasn't their fault. But if you treat them cold, and say it clearly that they are unwanted, then every passing day of their lives, they would want to never have been born. Who gives them the right, either they are or not his/her parent, to give someone that kind of sufferings, and making them want to erase their existence? The child too is very stupid. In all your life, it won't be just one person daring to protect you. Firstly, you should care of your life yourself, and than find someone that truly wants to care for you, and share beautiful memories together. There are good and bad people, we aren't perfect. Even thought our parents love us or not, we have to make our own decisions. If we have our parents love, than that is a bonus, that makes our hearts strong. One day or another, we will stand with our own two legs. Then we want have our parents protection, so sooner or later we will be separated from each others. So what importance has if you cry on it? Don't never cry over the spilled milk. You can't go back anymore. Just see ahead of you, and walk straight with no regrets from the past. After all, it isn't over yet.

Do you love your mother? What about her, does she tell you everyday that she loves you? Even if she doesn't, you still know that she loves you, right? How? Do you have a radar that tells you which person loves you, or you think that it is normal for a mother to love her child? Is it that normal? Of course that is. A woman goes through the hardship of bearing a small treasure chest in her belly for nine months straight. She sweated and prayed every night so her child would grow strong and healthy. Sometimes she may sound cruel or boring when she screams us about eating the vegetables, learning, cleaning our rooms, sleeping early. Well that's what all mothers do. In my opinion, a mother is a heavenly creature that has torch in her hands, so she can illuminate the appropriate ways for us to choose. Shortly, our guardian angel in earth.

Who can you trust, if you can't trust your own mother? How can you expect to trust others when you can't even trust her? Okay, there may be special occasion that need more thought, but those occasions are like one in a million, just a few of them. For me, she is the one and only, well that's how she becomes when you grow only with one parent. Since the day I was left alone with her, I rarely cried in front of her, and I wanted to be an educated child just for her sake, because partly of the work we do, is for our parents to be proud of. So there is none occasion that you would come at my house and won't see me with a happy smile. Don't misunderstand me! I do that for my sake and for her sake. I don't just do that, because I pity her, how can I do something like that? The only think I want is that, for only one instance I want to be the light that illuminates her way, till she finds my warmth and hug me like I'm going to break down if she doesn't. I'm always there for her, just like she is there for me, even thought I am a more carefree and calm person than she is. Ha ha ha! That's true. For me the best mother in the world is the mother that always waits me home everyday of my life, like that day will be the last. My most cherish treasure, my mom!