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

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Writing Prompt #15

When it rains, it pours; Case in point…..

This is appropriate to describe the last week for our family. On Monday last, my first granddaughter was born, my daughter’s daughter. I previously have a grandson, my elder daughter’s son but this little angel was the first girl.

Then on Wednesday night, my daughter in law and my son had their first baby, a boy. So it was pouring babies in our family last week. The two babies are born two days apart and resemble each other too much. In fact they look like twins.

A moment of gratitude for us all!

Written in response to;

Writing Prompt #15

By Sarah Elizabeth Moore

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Remember the pain!

When you are feeling irritated or bored with life, remember the pain!

why, and what pain you would ask?

This idea came to me when a thought crossed my mind. I was feeling bored and the ennui had me wanting to do something to end the rut. But then I remembered the time when I was going through a lot of physical discomfort and pain of fractured foot bones. At that time I would have been ecstatically happy to be rid of the encumbrance of the heavy cast on my foot and the pain I was experiencing.

Why then, when we are no longer hurting, we forget that pain and start to crib about little annoyance of life. At present I feel wonderful. Free of any discomfort or pain. I should be exuberant. I should be thanking my lucky stars to be rid of that pain or any other pain or injury that I have suffered in the past. But what would my mind do: it would think up things that aren’t there. Instead of being grateful, it is looking for excuses to be dissatisfied. This is human nature. To be dissatisfied with our current circumstances. Maybe it’s something that pushes us to look for excellence in life. To become more than what we are now. But it also breeds a discontent. It makes us unmindful of the blessings we have. And this state of ungratefulness is something we should consciously avoid.

That is why I asked you to remember the pain, or any thing in the past which made life difficult. So that now, when you no longer are suffering from it, you and I should be grateful.

How do you express gratitude?

Please share your thoughts and feedback in the comments.

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#gratitude