When it was time to leave the baby asked, “Tell me God, why are you sending me to Eartt? How am I going to live there, so small and helpless?”
God : “I have assigned you an angel on Earth that is eagerly waiting for you to hold you and care for you.”
Baby, anxious: “It’s so Heavenly here, there are no worries. I just smile, sing and play.”
God, “Yes it isn’t Heaven down there, but the angel’s lap will be a small heaven I’ve ensured for you. The angel will always wear a smile looking at you, will sing you lullabys and will even play with you.”
Baby: “How will I be able to live in that mad world?
God: “Your angel will blow into you the most beautiful feeling called love that will give you strength, and with much patience and care, will teach you how to live.”
Baby: “Will that angel protect me from the shrewd world?”
God said, “Your angel will never leave you in risk, will defend you even if it means risking it’s own life, even if you tell the angel, you need it no more.”
Baby: “But God, I will miss you?”
God : “Just look into the angel’s eyes and you will find me there. Just beneath its feet, you will feel the same pleasure as that in Heaven.”
Baby: “No God, if I miss you a lot, promise you will call me back.”
God: “Don’t ever say that. The angel will bring you closer to me, in its care, you will thank me for having sent you there.”
God ( again): “Dear baby, delay no more, the angel is in great pain, waiting to have you”.
Baby (rushes, then turns back): “God, but please tell me, how will I know who’s my Angel?”
God: “You simply call her Mom.”
There no word called ‘insomnia’ in the world within a Mom’s arms.
There’s nothing more warmer than a Mom’s touch, and nothing more touching than Mom’s love.
The first sense that a baby learns to identify his Mom is her smell.
The first language in which a baby talks to his Mom is through smile.
Even the toughest of Mom’s have gentlest of hearts.
Whether from her breast or her throat, she will do whatever it takes to feed her kids.
Kids are born with wings, Mom teaches them to fly.
A Mom teaches her babies how to swim against the rough tides.
Some more about Moms:
Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.
The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.
~Henry Ward Beecher
A good mother is worth hundreds of schoolmasters.
The post is dedicated to Moms, one and all, of the world who begin as the first teachers, and then never cease to be one, all their life.