Palavras que poderiam ser minhas...

"I have carried you, always. 

Before you were conceived, I carried a part of you in my soul.  

When I met your father, I looked into his eyes and saw the other part of you, and knew you, and prayed that you would come to be.  

Before you were born, I carried you in my womb. When you were restless I sang to you and soothed you and told you how I loved you.  

When you were born, I carried you in my arms. I kissed you and held you and put you to my breast, so that you would know that there is light and warmth and goodness in the world.  

Later, I wrapped you in cloth and carried you close to my heart. I held you close so that you could hear that my heart beats like yours; that we are the same, you and I, and that you would never have to cry alone.  

After a while, I carried you on my back, so that you could look at the world with confidence and joy and know that you belonged; so that you could share all of the beauty of the world as an equal to all that live in it.  

Now, later still, I carry you when you are tired or fearful. So that you know that no matter how weary you become, or what life holds, you can always depend on others for support and comfort.When you grow older, my darling, and your adventures take you further from my arms, know that even in my last hour I will carry you.  

I will carry you in my heart, for you are always with me.  

I will carry you, always."  

Christine Maguire  

... mas não são. Mas sentem-se bem cá dentro, ecoando neste meu meu coração amolecido pela Maternidade...   

Obrigada pela partilha, IPenna...