A Mother's Gifts

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    The third gift is similar in size to the second. It is silver.

    It is the gift of Laughter.

 

 

    My discomfort has become routine, and of little concern to me. 

    I’ve learned to trust the gentle hands, the soothing voice, and the eyes that peer into mine.

    My interest now is in exploring my surroundings, and discovering my world.

    I’m beginning to make use of my appendages. 

    My legs move awkwardly as I push and squirm. My arms move less awkwardly, and I’m gaining control of my hands and fingers.

     I can grasp. I’m experiencing sizes, shapes, and textures.

    There seems no end to the variety.

    As my world expands and my excitement grows, I discover within me a new sound.

    It wells up inside and becomes … a giggle.

    It’s a new form of expression. I use it often.

    It feels good.

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            Conclusion.

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