Motherhood

R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Watching a mother grow as the baby grows inside her, wondering whether it will be a boy or girl, will the baby look like Mom or Dad? Seeing a Mom thrilled and attuned to the life within, hearing it's heartbeat for the first time, watching her little one on a screen. Baby sucking it's thumb, patiently waiting to be born, life beginning and growing is a wonderful miracle, but better still is watching a child mature after birth. All thoughts and pictures blown apart of what the baby will look like, because their looks will be their own and unique. A treasure to behold, a lifetime of joy still carefully wrapped within her, waiting to be experienced and loved throughout the years. Many years, tears of joy and sorrow hugged and kissed away by devoted parents, as they all grow together and apart, always one in heart, always family.

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