My Most Unforgettable Experience
by Psam S
Motherhood is, without a doubt, the most intimate connection one human being has to another. Most people know what it is like to fall in love but unless you have had a baby, you have no clue about what it means to love someone so completely that you would be willing to give up your life.
On the twentieth day of April at approximately twelve noon, a beautiful healthy baby boy came into my life. A miracle blessing directly from heaven was the beginning of the first day of the rest of my life.
At the innocent age of six I dreamt of becoming a mommy someday. One day I asked my mother if boys could have babies. She said, No honey, God made girls to have babies.
My mother had no idea what her revelation meant to me. Always happy to be female, the happiness intensified after becoming aware of the reality of one day, growing up, getting married, and having a baby. A favorite pass-time was pretending to be a mommy.
We were a family of six, mom, dad, two girls, and two boys. Our family was financially disadvantaged. My parents did not have money to spend on toys. Therefore, our dolls looked a lot different from ones purchased from a toy store. Our baby dolls were homemade.
The first doll we ever owned was made by using a glass Coca Cola bottle and thick heavy rope made from straw. The bottles were bodies for the dolls and the straw was the dolls hair. We became collectors of empty Coca Cola bottles because we saw each bottle as a potential baby doll. People who worked in what was then, referred to as an icehouse; used heavy rope made from straw to carry blocks of ice that were then, delivered to customers.
My parents bought ice about three times a week because we did not own a refrigerator. We owned what we called, an icebox. Our meats were stored in this icebox. Large blocks of ice kept our meats from spoiling. When our father took rope from the blocks of ice, we used it to make hair for our dolls.
When this thick heavy rope was unraveled and combed together, it resembled thick blonde hair. We took the rope and cut it into six equal pieces about four inches in length. One end of the rope stuffed into the neck of the Coca Cola bottle. It was stuffed tightly and sealed around the bottle neck with tape from our fathers tool box.
We would then unravel the straw, blend it all together, wash, comb and style it. Using charcoal to make faces for our dolls, we dressed them with old discarded socks.
Our dolls were so pretty when we finished grooming them. We played for hours with those homemade baby dolls.
After many years of waiting and dreaming, the day finally arrived when a life-long dream was becoming a reality. Married to a wonderful husband and waiting to hold our baby in our arms for the very first time, made life so precious.
When the water broke, anticipation intensified. Physically and emotionally prepared for motherhood, tears flowed.
We gave birth to a beautiful baby boy and entered this phase of life beaming with confidence. The experience of a beautiful delivery and a delayed cord clamped so that the baby could rest on my abdomen was an experience that will be cherished forever. Feeling a real true-to-life babys heartbeat against the abdomen for the first time is totally, overwhelming.
Unfortunately, we live in a world where Gods perfect creation, a precious baby, is not always welcomed into the world with jubilation. Many babies conceived in their mothers wombs, are not welcomed into their mothers hearts. Their God given rights are in jeopardy. Some women stand firm on the premise of a womans right to choose abortion.
God gave us a right to choose when he gave us a free will. However, when a woman conceives and considers abortion she is selfishly, taking away her babys right to choose life or death. She takes away her babys God given, (free will). That is an injustice to her unborn baby.
A right to choose by giving a child a right to live is an unforgettable experience.
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