Before I was a mom

"I don't know the person who wrote this, I don't know anything about her, but even so we share so much in common, I received this E-mail some time ago and it brought me back to that very moment when I held each of my kids for the first time. Sit back and enjoy!". Sandra Falcon

I slept as late as I wanted and never worried about
how late I
got into bed. I brushed my hair and my teeth
everyday.
Before I was a Mom -
I cleaned my house each day.
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a
lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were
poisonous.

I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom -
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Spit on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom -
I never held down a screaming child So that doctors
could do
tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby
sleep.
Before I was a Mom -
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't
want to put
it down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I
couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my
life so
much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.

I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom -
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside
my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a
hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her
child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me
feel so
important and happy.
Before I was a Mom -
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10
minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
The joy,
The love,
The heartache,
The wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much
before I was a
Mom.

Send this to someone whom you think is a special Mom
or Grandma.
I just did. And remember that behind every
successful mother......
is a basket of dirty laundry

Edda & Fabrizio Enrique

A new love

Today is a special day, since I'm celebrating the life of that being that came into my life filling me with happiness. Back then I asked myself how my life was going to be. Everything changed in a second, I wasn't that independent woman anymore.

I imagined how she was going to look like, her hair, her eyes, her skin, her voice, her personality. I thought of the uncertain future that was awaiting me.

From the first second of life she needed me, to breath, to feel, to live. All of my feelings I was sharing them with someone who I did not know yet, I was talking to somebody who didn't know my language.

I discovered a new way love, a love that's spontaneous, pure, a love that's different. I understood for the first time that maternal love I never had. I started to feel God nearer me, I felt Him inside me, with every heartbeat, with every movement. I thought of how perfect nature can be that is capable of producing everything it needs; I'm certain now of the existence of that Immense Entity that gave me the greatness of life and bringing life.

I thought then what would happen to me, to my body, to my way of thinking, to my point of view, what would happen to my way of understanding things, of my way of loving. Little by little I've been finding the answers, now I see through a different point of view, I'm more rational, more mature, more Woman.

I think of how unbelievable is that metamorphosis, how a simple cell turned into some body so important, a being that got formed from every part of me, of what I am. I stared at her perfection, a being so vulnerable that still depended on me.

I still remember her heartbeat, so strong, so fast, her tiny eyes that seemed asleep all the time, her tiny and fragile arms embracing her body, her little fingers that could barely hold mine. She seemed to understand my feelings, when I smiled, when I cried, when I was angry. Many times I asked myself if she could hear, if she could feel me.

Doubts and fear came to my life, but I was never alone. She was with me everywhere I went, even in my dreams. Then I was anxious for her arrival to her new world, that moment when we touched for the first time, when we saw each other the first time, that moment so important when I held her in my arms. I was filled with so much love that I forgot about my weariness. I wanted to stare at her all day, when she was breathing, when she was sleeping, when she woke up and looked at me as if trying to tell me something, that something that only I could understand.

My life is now one filled with emotions, when she smiled for the first time, when she made her first expresion, when she said "Mom" the first time I didn't know if to cry or laugh, when I opened my eyes again she was already walking, she had now complete personality. Each day I realized how valuable is time.

I thank God for giving me the privilege of bringing life filling me at the same time with more life, for giving me the opportunity of loving without limits.

I thank God each second for the life of my daughter, for giving me the chance of watching her grow up and live.

I thank Him for giving me the joy of being a Mother.

By Sandra Falcon

Mother's day

Dedicated to Nilda and Linnette
I remember one day at the gift shop with my husband, we were browsing through the thousand greeting cards to buy one for his mother on Mother's Day, when he said: "There's the Mother's Day, the Father's Day, but, when is the Son/Daughter's Day?" And a man walking by answered him: "EVERY DAY".

Do you remember that night when you learned you were pregnant, you felt joy and yet fear, and you started to wonder how your life would be? A new life was growing inside you, a new life that changed yours forever. Soon that child came into the world, filling your heart with happiness, that moment when you held him for the first time, you saw his eyes looking everywhere as if wondering where he was, then staring at you with so much tenderness, you discovered a new way of love.

Now your days were longer, the nights shorter, the room was filled with the sound of a crying baby, a human being so tiny, so fragile, so perfect...that little hand grabbing your finger, holding it really tight, you liked to smell his hair, his unique scent, to caress his skin so soft, you enjoyed staring at him when he was asleep, you were in love again.

Time went by so quickly you can barely remember the day he made his first steps. Oh!, but you can't forget when you burst into tears when you heard him saying "Mommy" for the first time. That day when he came from school and gave you the first card made from scratch by him, you felt so proud.

That child needed you more than anybody, when he felt hunger you fed him, when he was cold you covered him with you arms, when he was sad you comforted him and gave him advice, when he was bored you used your imagination to come up with new ideas to play with him, you became a child yourself to keep him happy, in every step of the way, you were there.

Your child means everything to you, now you know how much you mean to your mother, and you understand what she went through to keep you healthy, strong, to make you happy.

Even though I never had the love of a Mother, I'm grateful that God gave me the privilege of becoming one. He has given me the opportunity of enjoying the more precious and biggest gift someone can ever have, a child.

When I look back and remember that day at the gift shop, I smile, that man was right, you celebrate the life of your child EVERY DAY.

By Sandra Falcon (2004)

Mother, only one

You think of her often, in her tenderness, in her strength, in her simplicity and her beauty. With frequency you imagine her how you would like her to be, perfect. Nevertheless, she's only a human being, so similar, so different, so special. Because not only she takes care of herself, but she worries about everybody else, to give support, company, affection, love. She gives everything without expecting anything back.

She's that person who comforts you in your suffering, in your sorrow, that laughs with you even when it seems dumb, that every now and then makes a big deal out of something that for you is meaningless, but stays calm down when you scream at her in anger.

She's that person who worries about everything, even that your shirt is straight and that your hair looks good although you're not going anywhere.

Since the moment you were in her womb she was talking to you about all the things she was going to do with you. When you came into the world you demanded a 101 percent of her time and it wasn't enough. You wanted her to solve your math problem when she already had forgotten about that subject, even so she learned it so she can teach you, so she can help you.

She feeds you, cleans you, teaches you, gives you advice, plays with you, sings to you, and everything she does it with dedication, with tenderness, with love. She accepts you the way you are, in spite of your critics. How many times you wished she was different, to live you alone, to not speak to you, but when you needed transportation, company, someone to hear your complains, she was there.

Now you are all grown up, you say you are independent, that you did everything by yourself, that you learned everything on your own, but that's not true, because along the way she was there with you, making sure everything was "O.K.", that you were alright.

That person that's so important that you call "Mom" loves you endlessly, loves you with all her heart.

If you're lucky to have her with you in this life, thank God for every minute with her, if it's God who's accompainying her now, thank Him for every moment that was.

If you have had the privilege of bringing to life a child you'll understand the greatness of that being that brought you to life, you'll understand the arguments you had with her every time she said "No"., and you will convince yourself of God existence when you observe the nature of your child.

Maybe she can't be with you, or maybe you're so lucky to have her, perhaps she's far away from you and you only bother to call her one time during the year because is "her day". Many other just never had one.

No matter what your situation is, love her every day of your life, but specially love her every day of Her life, show it to her, and remember that to love, is never to say "I'm sorry".

By Sandra Falcon (2000)