There is such a category of moms who are ready to blow their motherhood to the whole world about their happiness! No wonder – this is a miracle, and your baby is the most beautiful, most charming and touching. I also belong to this category.
But it was so until my friend boasted a photo of her son in the pages of one of the most popular magazines about children and did not say that this was just the result of her acquaintance with the editor of the magazine.
Power of inspiration
Literally from the first months of my daughter’s life, I sent her photos to several magazines for parents that I loved so much, hoping to join this happy dance of euphoria and delight of moms from children.
Every time I opened the new issue with a sinking heart, but I didn’t find Pansies there. The final disappointment was the statement of a girlfriend that all material from the people is printed in fashion magazines only through an acquaintance. Vain transfer of photos, – I thought, and put an end to this.
However, the love of interesting and useful magazines for parents has not gone away. Then one day, on a dark winter evening, I was so moved by the story of the problems of one couple to have a baby, which involuntarily overwhelmed the feeling of a miracle alongside, the desire to cheer such people, to instill faith in them.
But such an easy and fast appearance of our Annushka as a miracle can not be called with my problems with thyroid. Involuntarily poured these feelings on paper and, not hoping for anything, sent it to the editors of the journal.
A miracle comes when you do not expect it
On a sunny spring day, one of our mommies of our walking company greeted us with a merry chirping: Congratulations! So great! Olya told me, and Lily called her and said that she saw you in a magazine. I was taken aback and for a few moments could not figure out what she was talking about.
I already forgot that I wrote to the magazine, because it was four months ago. But the next moment, joy came down on me with a waterfall of emotions.
On the same day, we acquired the required issue and indulged in the pleasure of contemplating ourselves on the glossy pages, and re-reading our bright history. My letter and two photos took a whole turn of the magazine. The daughter was in seventh heaven because she and mom are where she likes to treat other children with other mothers.
At the bottom of the page, the editors of the magazine placed thanks for the letter and the promise to send Anya as a gift a doll and a bright handbag, which we did not count on, and just rejoiced at the small glory.