We know that all women and pregnant mothers will agree the maternal feeling is in women from the time they know of the existence of his son. A mother is from the moment you start to imagine the face of your baby, to care for him, love him totally and above all things. That feeling is being a mother, but your baby is not born yet and you are a mother.
Before you conceive you and loved, you before you were born and I loved you. Before you were born an hour and died for you. This is the miracle of mother love. Feeling fat lasts nine months, but the joy of becoming a mother lasts forever. A baby is something you carry inside you for nine months, in your arms for three years and in your heart until the day, you die. Making the choice to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever walk your heart out of your body. You have been nine months in my belly, but my life will be in my heart.
Whether your pregnancy was planned meticulously, I convinced the doctor, or to happen by surprise, one thing is certain; your life will never be the same. There is no friendship, no love, like a mother for her child. No language can state the power, beauty, and heroism of a mother’s love. The joy of a mother begins when a new life is stirring within, when you listen to your heart for the first time as a playful little kick reminds you that you are not alone.