My friend just delivered a baby girl last week and hence is officially a mother now. As for me (besides an answer to the most anticipated curiosity of mine that tightened two rows of my teeth of whether giving birth is really really scary and painful...), I've come to see a little deeper what motherly love is about.... though I'm still not fully convinced that all the maternal's behaviour relies solely on a sense of responsibility or nature's call.
When she still stayed at the hospital, she always woke up very early in the morning to see her baby. Even she couldn't wait to return home because there were restricted visiting hours there. Now she's at home, not fully recovered, awake almost every night because of the baby, but she also told me, she's very happy to spend 24/7 time with her new love (when you're talking to someone who who has settled down..., not many things really matter and you hardly see lots of desires).
Perhaps the gap between us has been too deep due to the loss of time and space. Whenever I hear the graduation song, it reminded me one more time of past and the imagination of future. How someone you know becomes someone you knew. The process that I've been missing : how she lived her life all the while, courting, betrayal, dark periods, trust, marriage, making adjustment to new environment, first time she got to know she's pregnant, or the struggling in the operation room, of all seem not that important to me as we're not too close actually, but at the same time, I know everyone is equally valuable in this life. She's someone's most precious thing. So are her moments of life.
As everyone is important, everyone also knows he is important. And it can be seen everyday. When help is so much needed and no one is willing to help, the question of 'why don't they just help me?' arises. The same reason why a colleague doesn't not hesitate at all to show her irritating face just because you by chance make her work a bit more difficult, or a very simple everyday's thing why all people rush to be number one up to the bus, or why some friends always find excuses not to meet you because they claim they are busy. Yes, there's nothing wrong about that. Told you, we know we are important and it's our own instinct to love ourselves more than any other persons and we have to maintain our importance in order to survive and to live better.
There were few times in my life that I helped friends at one of their most difficult times. Almost all do not include money matters but only a pair of loyal ears, trying-to-think-hard-for-solutions mind, time, and willingness. Most of the time, I get a thank you. As for the remaining, they offered me the same things I gave to them or gave me a treat or even once a love confession. A very important lesson I have learnt since long time ago, the best time to help someone is when he needs us the most, and the best way to help him is by one that gives him inability to pay the kindness back, of course without spoiling him.
I've been wondering where is the big love of a mother coming from. If not from the movies, I've never really seen such love from a lover to a lover. It's from a mother to child only. My landlord's younger sister passed away in a bus accident trying to protect her daughter and husband. Some of people I know are quite bad enough but their mother still love them so much and cannot get angry of them. Or some parents that are willing to spend the hard earned of money on their children to good education and proper standard of living, I can't think of another better reason but only love, above responsibility or just for the sake of status and pride, for such a huge sacrifice. I'm so much wanting to see when water is thicker than blood.
When she still stayed at the hospital, she always woke up very early in the morning to see her baby. Even she couldn't wait to return home because there were restricted visiting hours there. Now she's at home, not fully recovered, awake almost every night because of the baby, but she also told me, she's very happy to spend 24/7 time with her new love (when you're talking to someone who who has settled down..., not many things really matter and you hardly see lots of desires).
Perhaps the gap between us has been too deep due to the loss of time and space. Whenever I hear the graduation song, it reminded me one more time of past and the imagination of future. How someone you know becomes someone you knew. The process that I've been missing : how she lived her life all the while, courting, betrayal, dark periods, trust, marriage, making adjustment to new environment, first time she got to know she's pregnant, or the struggling in the operation room, of all seem not that important to me as we're not too close actually, but at the same time, I know everyone is equally valuable in this life. She's someone's most precious thing. So are her moments of life.
As everyone is important, everyone also knows he is important. And it can be seen everyday. When help is so much needed and no one is willing to help, the question of 'why don't they just help me?' arises. The same reason why a colleague doesn't not hesitate at all to show her irritating face just because you by chance make her work a bit more difficult, or a very simple everyday's thing why all people rush to be number one up to the bus, or why some friends always find excuses not to meet you because they claim they are busy. Yes, there's nothing wrong about that. Told you, we know we are important and it's our own instinct to love ourselves more than any other persons and we have to maintain our importance in order to survive and to live better.
There were few times in my life that I helped friends at one of their most difficult times. Almost all do not include money matters but only a pair of loyal ears, trying-to-think-hard-for-solutions mind, time, and willingness. Most of the time, I get a thank you. As for the remaining, they offered me the same things I gave to them or gave me a treat or even once a love confession. A very important lesson I have learnt since long time ago, the best time to help someone is when he needs us the most, and the best way to help him is by one that gives him inability to pay the kindness back, of course without spoiling him.
I've been wondering where is the big love of a mother coming from. If not from the movies, I've never really seen such love from a lover to a lover. It's from a mother to child only. My landlord's younger sister passed away in a bus accident trying to protect her daughter and husband. Some of people I know are quite bad enough but their mother still love them so much and cannot get angry of them. Or some parents that are willing to spend the hard earned of money on their children to good education and proper standard of living, I can't think of another better reason but only love, above responsibility or just for the sake of status and pride, for such a huge sacrifice. I'm so much wanting to see when water is thicker than blood.
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