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This year’s mother’s day got me thinking of the question just what if there are no mothers? And as I thought about this, the more chaotic the pictures swirling in my head.
How can there be reproduction without women? Yes, science makes the amazing things happen, but eggs are still taken from women for fertilization to take place. Ok, let’s assume, eggs are created through the same amazing science world, will it be planted in the male for 9 months? Absolutely unthinkable right? I’m laughing out loud here just imagining men walking about the street heavily pregnant. I know a few that would not be able to stand up from the same spot for the entire nine-month duration. In fact, many will not survive only five-minute of strong contraction, especially those one’s preceding delivery.
The baby finally arrives and imagine a man sitting for about 1 hour breastfeeding a newborn and two others toddlers calling out daddy this, daddy that, almost making it impossible for the new addition to catching a nap, which makes him cranky! Hold on a moment while I finish another round of laughter.
Everyone is finally asleep at 10 pm! Thank heavens daddy can finally breathe, then he sneaks into the room at about 12:30 am, after putting the house in order and as he tries to lay on the squeaking bed, boom! There goes the loudest cry in history. Yes, the newborn is awake and guess what? It’s morning for the baby. Oh, poor daddy, rocks and sings and dance and pets and all and the baby finally sleep back at 6 am which is the time he ought to wake up to prepare three kids for daycare before heading to his place of work. Gosh! Amazingly this is on repeat for a very long time.
So many such scenarios that are best left in our imaginative mind. After all, is said and done, I see a totally chaotic life and a broken down system without women in the world.
Why don’t you take another moment to appreciate the gift of women to the world?
“Who sat and watched my infant’s head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me, y
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward thy care,
When thou art feeble, old and gray,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
by Ann Taylor
This is wishing all mothers out there a super amazing mothers day.