It's not that we hate it.
Out of everyone, I am the only apathic one it seems. Everyone sees to have grown attached to this thing, Blue sneered, that they call our child. I was the first to see it when it finally decided to push it's self from our body. It was gross, nausea inducing, and... WHAT THE HELL IS ON IT?! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU THROWING THIS UGLY THING AT ME! WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO HOLD IT TO MY CHEST FOR AN HOUR?!
Needless to say, child birthing isn't hard. It's the trying not to throw up when looking at it that was hard. From there, we all took terns trying to care for this child that they say came from our body, but somehow,
Imagining the future.
The most heart breaking thing as a mother is trying to explain life to your child. As much as we parents want to be there for our little ones, the sad truth of it all is, we can't. So, we must start from a young age, teach our kids how to stand up for themselves and coming up with a way to explain why life just happens. The hardest part of it all is there isn't anything you can do.
"Mama!" A distressed little girls voice called out, quickly followed by small, uneven footsteps and gasping sobs. My heart skips a beat from the childs cry as I turn from the kitchen counter, where I was cutting, rather unevenly, onions for