The heat will fade. And light will emerge at the end of the tunnel.

Even if the greater number of those who’d read this have not been in a labour room before, we’ve all heard of happenings in that space. We know of the cries, the screams, and the occasional insults thrown at the men—whether they are present or not. And as the ordeal reaches its peak, some of our mothers may have promised themselves that once the nightmare was over, they were done with being pregnant—ever! But we know they went back, else some of us would not have been born. Well, to be fair on them, let me assume that some nights were quite cold and their man was willing to provide some warmth—and boom! a new baby was on its way. 🙂

I guess someone may be wondering why I started this way.

You know, like a woman soon forgets her pains, so it will be as regards some of the aches, challenges, or nagging issues we know today. Hey, this is not some sort of a homily, nor is it a castle-in-the-air, happy-ever-after tale. It is just the way life works—at least as I see it. And you can choose to see it that way too.

So, chill. The heat will fade. And light will emerge at the end of the tunnel.