Our early days found us nearly inseparable from our mother. Even so, she prepared us for our gift of life. She orchestrated the entire gift. She searched and secured a suitor, carried us, sight unseen, for nine months, scheduled a delivery date, dealt with delays and our many demands.
There we were, born and ready for processing. After a quick pinch, we breathed our first breath and cried our first cry. Before the next tear drop could fall, we were splashed in a bath, towel dried, measured and weighed. Like a crime scene, our ankle was banded, and our foot was rolled with ink. We had made our first impression.
Just when we thought we couldn’t take it anymore, a delivery nurse gently laid our bare, butt, body against our mother’s warm, bare, bosom. We were snugged in tight and then smothered in a shower of our mother’s tears and kisses. A love like ours knew no words. Our mother was our world and we were hers.
We remain indebted to our mothers. Love you mom.
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Joyce Lynn Eggleston
Indianapolis, IN – February 2020
Inspired by a mother’s unconditional love.
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