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Love for a 'newborn mother'

When a baby is born, someone else, who is more glorious is also born along. None other than a 'mother'.


But hardly I've noticed anyone enquiring to the 'new mother' about her well being. Did they ever expect others to ask them all those? I don't know!

They forget their comforts and desires just for their little one and yes, do we ever remember to buy something for her otherthan for the newborn? And what more, we usually forget to touch her forehead inorder to comfort her after the hours of pain and what we do is just rushing to pamper the baby! 


Its not like not to love the baby ; but not 'just them'!

Even I have done the same thing. When they reach home picking up all they used there after delivery, even I have avoided the mother and took the baby from her anxiously. Has she felt like she is a 'mere mother' and nothing else at that time? Did my act hurt her?

A new mother usually undergoes many physical and mental struggles and all they need at this time is good care and the words of love.


Awaken all night, waking up so early in the morning, taking all those maternity cares like applying oil and massaging, taking natural and other medicines in, taking a long breath looking at her hanging abdomen, I wonder how could they smile at all those visitors who disturb her sleep all day for visiting and gifting something for the newborn!


I wonder how could they tolerate the advices from them and others who care the least about her! 

If you are such a person who just look forward to take care of the baby ignoring the mother, according to me, your love towards the baby is not true and constant. One who loves the baby truly will definitely love his/her mother to the same extend.


I started to understand many things about them ; started to correct myself too. To everyone who forgets the pain of a mother and her difficulty to fit perfect into her motherhood ; don't just love the baby. Love the mother too. She too has been born as a 'mother' along with the baby. Show some love and respect to her and take good care of her too. 

My sincere love and respect to all mothers in this world. 

Wishing you all to have a good day.

Thanking You :)



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