Mother

Once in a while you come across a post that leaves you dazzled..
The words run straight through and you are amazed about the effect it just has on you. I came across such a post today. I happened to get it on Ramya's bookshelf. Phyllis Schieber has put in an wonderful guest post and i will recommend you to have look.

Here is a snippet to whet your interest.

I often tell young mothers to try to slow down and to enjoy their precious years with their babies. We are all so rushed, so eager to get to the next stage that we forget how quickly time passes. I am continuously amazed that I am the mother of a man. When my son recently came home from graduate school for spring break, I was so thrilled to see him. His dad had picked him up from the bus station in the city, and they were home by the time I arrived. As soon as my son saw me, he smiled with that sort of restraint one feels obliged to exhibit at his age. Unfazed, I threw myself on him, hugging him and declaring that he looked wonderful. He hugged me back tightly, and I knew he was happy to see me, but in my heart I was thinking about the little boy who would hug and kiss me so fiercely when I picked him up from nursery school and announce with heartfelt intensity, “I missed you, Mommy.” It was as though we had been apart for years. It would certainly be a little strange if my grown son did that now, but I wonder if mothers ever stop longing for those uninhibited declarations of love. I think not.