After being back from the office that cold and blustery January afternoon, her mind was busy planning for the birth of her first child. It was her 8th month and she hadn’t planned anything yet. She still needed so many baby things, and fitting them into the budget on private’s salary wasn’t easy at all.In fact, this whole parenting thing is a bit daunting. She was ill prepared, but her mom reassured her, “your love for your baby will outweigh your fears”. She had to keep a positive standpoint to her motherhood. She had to keep in her mind that- everything happens for a good reason. God is the in charge of all. He created this child and chose her to be its mother.
Turning the corner, her mind trip was interrupted. She stopped short, startled to see their car in the driveway. Nick wasn’t home due for several hours. Puzzled, she hurried up the steps, pulled the door and called out, “What’re you doing home so early?”.
She caught up the somber expression.He was in dismal.
“Sit down, honey” Nick nudged her towards the sofa and knelt beside her. Her eyes were wide with fear and she croaked, “What is it?”
Nick hesitated, then tearfully and gently whispered, “Your mom died this morning”.
Those words thwacked her.She was in a blue funk. Finally, words came out of her mouth, whimpering she said, patting her bulging tummy, “she was not even a grandmother yet.”
Tears dissolved into sobs as the realization sank in that her child would never know her maternal grandmother. Her mother was supposed to come home and help her, after the birth of her first child.
The funeral passed in a blur. The decisions that come with unexpected death were somehow made. The condolences were sincere and heartfelt. That day for her was surreal. Each time the child moved within her womb, she was reminded that her mother wouldn’t be there for the birth.”I need you Ma!”- her heart cried.”How will I manage all without you? How could I shop for the rest of the baby things without you? How could I raise a child without you?”- she whispered mournfully.
Nick was worried about her. Her grief was intensifying day by day. A week had passed but still, she had sleepless nights.He didn’t go to work that whole week, but later she insisted.
She was left alone at home, with despair. When the doorbell rang, she didn’t want to answer it. A second ring, “Postman”-call at the door.In her depressed mood, she opened. “This box it too heavy and big to leave on the passage.”-he said. Taking the box, she managed to smile and thank him. She glanced the return address and immediately recognized her mom’s handwriting. Her mouth fell open. She gulped back her tears. She sank to the floor, with her trembling fingers, unwrapped the package.
Baby stuff! All she would need- blankets, hand-made sweaters, booties, toys, and more. She was crying hard by then, but these were different tears, with the assurance that you are loved.
She read it aloud-“These are for my grandchild, whom I love with all my heart. This child is precious to me, as you are. Know that I love you both for all eternity.”
“Maa, I wish you were here!”-she regretted.
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