Being a mother
Birth is something beautiful. This experience is something blessed, something unique. When you think of it it is the most simple fact of life. But when you experience it, it really feels like the greatest thing. A little someone coming from inside you, someone who lived inside you for 9 months is then coming to meet the world.
It took me some time to write this post, as I did not know how to start. One month Four months later I feel it is time to share how beautiful being a mother is. You love this little someone with a different love from all you ever felt in your life. Even having had her with me for 9 months when you first see the baby you feel butterflies in your stomach and you feel this so very different love.
I guess these butterflies will last forever. Even when she cries on my lap 
July 18th, 2008 at 6:54 pm
Olá Rita. Já vi que pegas muito bem nos livros.
A mãe e o pai estão muito contentes não é?
Amanhã a mamã faz 31 aninhos.
Parece que foi ontém que também ela dava atenção a tudo e gostava muito de brincar como tu deitadinha no chão com os bonequitos, o sempre em pé, um bonequinho de pano e os guizos que havia na altura em que ela nasceu.
Amanhã dá um abracinho muito grande à mamã por todos nós.
Parabéns e muitos anos de vida.
Mil beijinhos…