Women who were 44, were not supposed to have babies. Probably there was a thought that a little trip to a special clinic would solve everything, but my mom took the risk and carried me.
There was a risk that I could come weeks too early, so she lay in her bed all night long and then all day long just so I would stay safe.
There were risks in labor and delivery, but she bore them bravely.
Mom had risks in raising me too. After all raising a youngest when most of the children are grown isn't a easy task. On her knees though mother fought the risks and gave the battle to God.
To carry a baby in her womb meant mom had to risk her health, her life style, her dignity. There was the risk I would grow up and rebel and leave my mother in shame. Mom took those risks though to be a mother all over again.
Thousands of women everywhere have risked everything to give birth, but the risks my mother took will be the ones I remember most.
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