I am not worthy at times

The person I didn’t marry

.. is expressive. “I love you forever, I love you ever day” are uttered when deemed necessary and excessively

… is quick to apologize. It doesn’t matter who is at fault

… is chivalric. He holds my hand when descending the stairs or when crossing a street, albeit a less busy one

...shares quite an amount of house chores with zero complaints

… appreciates my experimental culinary skill

… says I am pretty whenever I have a change of clothes (pajamas included)

… forgives the moment I offer a hug. Retributions are never part of his plan

... promises a better future for me where a laser eye surgery is in store

… sympathizes along when I grimace in pain or agony

… offers kisses and hugs aplenty

This person I didn’t walk down the aisle with.

I just gave birth to him.

Very often we have been told of unyielding maternal love. Speaking for myself, I think it’s a bit over-rated. Mothers are subjected to pendular mood swings due to their commitment and loyal patronage to the sanitary pads industry. We scream and yell at little children at the flick of annoyance.

Are you as guilty as I am? I am already admitting my slavery condition. My hormones are my master. I am merely a marionette at their whims.

On the other hand, have we quite forgotten a child is capable of loving equally as much, or perhaps, more? Children don’t quite get the credit they deserve.

My Gooly, for example, hugs me even after an undeserving deadly stare from me. He also kisses me even after a hard and yet again, undeserving smack at the bottom. In other words, Gooly loves me, even though evidently I don’t deserve it at times.

Sure, there will come a time when I will have to take a back seat when he finds other prettier maidens.But frankly, I feel I am already blessed to have received his early years of uncompromising love.

Have you thought about how your child loves you of late? Time for a bit of self-reflection..