"My Mother, My life"...an upcoming book by Ian Christopher Lee...currently seeking funding

My Mother, My life

It must have been like awakening from a long and comforting, sleep…to be over-whelmed by the brilliant warm and inviting intensity of unconditional love.

Love shared between two, through me, became one. The success of loves ultimate partnership and arduous journey to reality. The union of man and wife became family with the miracle and blessing of life… my birthday. 

From conception to the reality of my birth, she provided my every breath. The nurse laid me upon her chest to be comforted by the heartbeat that had sustained me from conception to creation. And surely we took each other’s breath away. 

The beginning of a life-long companionship, the mother to be, for the first time in her life, became a mother with me. For the first nine-months of my creation, she had been my eyes, my ears, my everything… and would continue to be for the rest of my life.

Helplessly in need of nourishment, with her own body, she fed me. Before I even knew the meaning of love, she loved me. And when I was nothing but an expectation to everyone else, to her I was all that life was meant to be…everything.

An extension of her dreams come true, and she the same to me and always would be.   

Now, years later, with no memory of the beginning and wishing that our relationship would never end, I affectionately call her mom. She is the origin of my existence and the true meaning of my life, the heartbeat that comforted me from conception throughout the entirety of my life.  

My masculinity will never threaten what I feel for this woman who has always cared for me. She is my rock and my security. Without her I would be no more. And yet I must accept that each day is a blessing because there is no guarantee of the next second in her presence…the journey of life has but one end…and that is true for all.   

In my maturity I fully appreciate the sacrifices she endured for me. Seen and unseen, recognized at the time or not…truly appreciated in my maturity.

It is inconceivable, that one day in one month; a mere twenty-four hour moment in time…could ever contain the expression of love and appreciation for the lifetime of dedication and sacrifices of motherhood. 

The calendar, in all its days, its weeks, its months, its seasons. Or a clock in all its hours, it’s seconds, it’s minuets, its hours. Could never display enough time to express my appreciation for not just my mother, but to so many mothers’ lifetime of unselfish love. 

To me, every day is Mother's Day. For there is not a day, no not one, that I don’t think of what this woman has done. She was my first breath, and now we breathe for each other. 

Yes, I am a Momma’s Boy and always will be…and proud to be as much. I love you Butter. And all the Mother's of the world....

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