The loss of my mother was inexpressible and no one replaced her. So, I grew up with a void and envied those mother-daughter relationships I witnessed particularly as a child. Deprived of this privilege, I found ways to compensate for the absence of my mother, and therein lay my solution: I had to rely on myself and found the strength of character in order to succeed in life. During my young days as a practising midwife, each time I delivered a baby I witnessed the mother’s joy as I placed the swaddled infant in her outstretched arms. The look of utter contentment was a perfect picture that no photograph could do justice. In that moment, the mother exuded perfect and profound love for the wholly dependent miracle she cradled. The spark that was ignited at their first encounter would be ever-present and was a silent force that bonded mother and child and would only deepen with time.
Motherhood by its very definition is selflessness, sacrifice and duty.
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Gabriela
5/29/2019 02:03:18 pm
Can't imagine live without the treasure that is the love of my mother and her mother for me. The raw emotion this blog generates during this month that we celebrate our moms just washed over me. A mother's love can never be replaced as Joan has shared and has clearly experienced. Very moving.
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Bella Levin
8/11/2019 05:28:54 am
I enjoyed reading your book so much that I read it in two days.
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