I became a mum of a Son seven years ago.
I became your mum.
I helped you entering this life. I convinced you to finally coming out 10 days after the due date, whispering you that they would have induced us otherwise, and that’s what we didn’t want, right?
We didn’t want anybody to force us to do something that we didn’t want.
So, I started walking for hours in the clinic. I was drinking litres of water, while supporting other mums in labour and I was walking, climbing the stairs, drinking water. At the end of that day I was exhausted and I fell asleep. It was then when you were ready and you woke me up.
You arrived on a summery rainy day in Rome. The madness of the day before was gone. The water washed it away. You were the peace, and still you are. You are the peace I find when my heart is in pain. You dry my tears when I do cry in front of you with the genuine belief that I am teaching you that your mum is just a woman. That a mum can cry.