A Child’s Cry and a Mommy’s Heart

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A Child’s Cry and a Mommy’s Heart

When I hear a child’s cry from the play area where the kids of the apartment gather every evening, I sit up, alert, and listen, my Mommy heart pounding. Is that my son’s voice?

When I make out that it isn’t him, it is not a rush of relief that washes over me – it is a rush of terror. My Mommy heart begins to pound harder: Did my son do something to him to make him cry?

I listen keenly to the wailing voice complain to anyone who is willing to listen. R threw the ball at me and it hit my head…here, right here…

R did. Not my son.
The flood of relief finally makes its appearance.

By |2018-12-10T11:15:10+00:00August 16th, 2013|My Son|1 Comment

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  1. aamjunta August 17, 2013 at 7:44 am - Reply

    To feel this some one has to become a true mom, not all…

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