from a caterpillar to a butterfly

Eight years ago, parenting came into my life, and my life has been a series of ever-since moments. At thirty years of age, I never thought one experience could change so much about my life, yet it did. My goals, desires, needs, outlook, and wants changed. I often wondered what force brought this transformation within me.  From the first moment this force touched me, things started changing. Pregnancy, to me, was all about eating the food one likes, doing things one loves and getting pampered by everyone around. But once I became pregnant, I realized it was not all that rosy. The nauseating glucose test, intrusive medical procedures, morning sickness, erratic mood swings, and the anxiety of not knowing what is happening in the womb is not easy to cope with and accept. Yet I took to it like a bee to nectar. What force gave me the strength to endure and look beyond all the discomfort? Nothing I had read, heard, seen or experienced in life until that point prepared my naïve self for what w

Into my womb, she came, With her, she brought faith. Testing me every other month, With names that had my heart go numb. Motherhood as old as the world, Always come with a scare that makes you go cold. Every mother here, Will vouch for this fact without fear. Yet we indulge in it, A journey laborious yet sweet, That leaves scars on our bodies, Yet our heart and mind fulfilled. Mine was one such journey, Like the potter, she held me inside, While life chiselled me outside, Rooted in faith was all she asked, To deliver the miracle that she was.