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The Mother knows

When does a mother feel proud about her child ? 
Is it when the baby walks for the first time ? 
Or is it when the child calls the mother for the very first time ? 
No, it must be when the child runs wildly with glee. 

Ever watched a mother caress a baby ? No blemish or mask.
A pure emotion that awaits a definition. The very next moment, 
The baby leaps out of the mother's reach. Who can contain the 
breeze of  childhood and innocence ? The mother watches. 

At every birthday, a cake is baked. The guests change, children too.
When does a mother feel proud about her child ? Is it when 
The child attains adulthood ? Or when the first earning is put in 
The mother's hands ? I do not know, but the mother knows. 

It is every time the child smiles, every time the child speaks,
Every step the child takes, every hurdle the child crosses. 
Every time the child runs to her for a missing button, some 
Advice or even a hug. The mother always knows.


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