Writing Prompt #25–The longest day

The longest day of my life………………

Was the day that I became mom for the very first time.

The birth of my first child. It was literally a very long day for me because it took almost 38 hours for her to be born. So not to go into too many details of that day, it is sufficient to say that becoming a mother is not a task any man can ever handle. It is woman who has the inner strength and patience to bear a child, and not once but many times, usually.

That day, I fully realize what being a parent actually means. And also the fact that my own parents, specially my mother did a splendid job while raising me. The true appreciation that I got for my own mother when I became a mother was staggering. I realized that what sacrifices she made for me when I was too small and weak to do anything for myself. It also taught me the fact that we can never repay the debt we owe our parents. We can only pay it forward.

As children we never realized what our parents did for us because kids are usually oblivious to the things that are happening around them unless they are forced to see them. As parents we get this realization in full force but sometimes it is too late to tell our parents what a debt of gratitude we owe them.

I would have loved to tell my mother how grateful I was to her for all that she did for me but she had died a long time before I became a mom. I can only hope that our kids appreciate the job we did or are doing with them and for them.

It’s always nice to be appreciated!

In response to;

Writing Prompt #25

A Prompt by Sarah Elizabeth Moor

#keepitalive

#gratitude

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