The child was created, formed, given life to.
Placed in the womb of a certain creature, an expectant mother.
The child is to be a source of joy and happiness to the family.
The family was to provide warmth, care, support and guidance.
Alas! The child kicked. Soon the child was out.
The placenta was cut. The blood was wiped away. The child was fed to shut his crying mouth.
The smile on the mother's face is priceless. Yes, she was no longer "...that barren woman next door." She was free from the labels. The wagging tongues were shut up.
The father was full of joy and excitement. He was now "daddy" He had someone to pull at the hem of his trousers now. He felt fulfilled.
The aunties fought to care for the new born. Eyes twinkling with inexplicable joy. Hurray! There was another princess to join in their shopping spree. Yes, this was bliss!
The uncles were joyous. Hurray! Another member of the soccer team was born! It was joy in abundance.
The grandparents joy knew no bounds. Another generation has been born. Another chapter has been open.
The child grew, not lacking in love. Not lacking in warmth. Not lacking in resources. There were siblings and cousins to play with. To share in joy and sorrows. To share in successes and failures.
Is there any gift , anything more beautiful, more sacred than family?


© Derin.