She carried me for 9 months in her tummy. I know how tiring it was to walk with a heavy bump, or how hard it was to lie down or to even sleep soundly having a little mover kicking inside your tummy.
She could not get enough sleep just to feed me through the nights or even to play with me until the wee hours of the evening. She could not rest during the day just to play with me, sung me a song or read me a book. She patiently taught me how to walk and talk, to dance and to sing, to read and to stand by my own. Unceasingly, she took care of me despite my tantrums, quirks and demands with a smile.
Taken on June 10, 2009 during my werdding. |