Sarkastickunt

When a woman finds out she’s pregnant, there are a hundred, if not a million different emotions coursing through her veins. Anything from glee to gloom. And a ton of shades in between.

Once the shock wears off, and the fear subsides there comes this unbelievable rush of love.

This tightness of raw emotion in your chest you get with every day that brings you closer to seeing this little person that has communicated with you all these months through hiccups, bumps and twinges.

It is almost painful. It is primal. It is instinctual. It is something that even if you tried your hardest to deny, your body just simply wouldn’t let it.

And as your child grows, so does that love. It gets deeper. It ages. It refines itself. It becomes something that not even you could have expected.

And no matter how upset you get. How out of control your relationship gets, no matter the circumstances surrounding your lives, that love should never go away.

I look at my 17 year old daughter with the same scared, wondering eyes I did when I first saw her through tears when I was too young to know any better.

And I love her just as fiercely, just as completely as I did that snowy day in February. If not more.

And I just can’t understand how any mother could ignore those feelings, and do nothing. Express nothing. Be nothing to their child.

And I hope I never will.