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Being a mother

I received this email, I then transfer it via my blog ...

Before being a mom ...
I never enfargée in toys and I never sought the words to a lullaby.
I never wondered if my plants could be toxic.
I never thought about immunization.
I had full control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept my nights.

Before being a mom ...
I never held a child screaming for the doctor to do an exam or giving a vaccine.
I never looked into eyes filled with tears and cried because it hurt me.
I had never stayed up late the night just to watch a baby sleep.

Before being a mom ...
I never kept a baby asleep in my arms just because I did not want to put it in his bed.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces because I could not remove the bobo.
I do not doubt that something so small could affect my life so much.
I do not doubt that I could love someone so much.
I do not doubt that I would be a mom.

Before being a mom ...
I had never known the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I did not know how special it to feed a hungry baby.
I do not know the tie that binds mother to child.
I did not know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before being a mom ...
I never lifted for 10 minutes at night just to make sure everything was fine.
I do not know the warmth, joy, love, pain, wonder or the satisfaction of being a mom.
I did not know that I was able to feel the same before being a mother.

And before being a grandma ...
I did not know that all these "feelings Mom" are more than doubled when You see this little being held ... by your baby.

Send this to someone who is a good mom or a good Grandma

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I like a vacuum inside today. A big ball of emotion that just will not leave. I want to spit as far as possible. Spitting the negative emotion that feels tight inside me. Who eats me up inside to reach my brain and give me the impression that the pain of living. A good cry. Howl a while. Just take out the bad. Not that it goes wrong in my life. Far from it. My little chip is well. She smiles and coos. It fills me with joy every time. She made her nights, 10-12 hours online. Since its 6th week of life. A pure delight to be able to sleep without interruption. My Lovely fills me with joy. It is present and makes me feel good. I'm not locked up 24 hours on 24 as some new mothers. I go out, I'll visit my friends and my family. So why this pain inside me? Why this new sensitivity to the news on TV? Why the fate of others affect me more. Not that he does not touched me before, but even more today. I do not watch more television in the same way. Neither film which combines violence and hatred. I do not read newspapers as before. Also more detached. More connected to reality. It pogne me in the guts. I am more sensitive to people around me, most affected by the sun that warms me, the wind that feels so good. Is it that, becoming a mother? Log in even more on our emotions. Already as women, we are linked directly to our heart, can we really be better? It seems to me that so difficult to manage ... ...