{"id":554,"date":"2006-11-06T00:11:00","date_gmt":"2006-11-05T18:41:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/554\/the-nobility-of-motherhood\/"},"modified":"2015-01-22T10:07:08","modified_gmt":"2015-01-22T04:37:08","slug":"the-nobility-of-motherhood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/2006\/554\/","title":{"rendered":"The Nobility of Motherhood!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Shyama, Amrita-krishna and Lakshmi now have another friend to play with, Sharan. Sharan is a newborn calf. He is a black beauty with white spots around his ankles and across his forehead. He was born this morning, at about 1 a.m.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/files\/2010\/08\/cow1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;cursor: pointer;border: 0pt none\" src=\"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/files\/2010\/08\/cow1.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"320\" height=\"213\" \/><\/a> Yesterday evening, Lakshman who works in the cowshed told me that a pregnant cow would give birth soon. \u201cHow do you know?\u201d I asked. All the signs are there, he said. He took me to the cowshed. I couldn\u2019t believe what I saw.<br \/>\nThe cow\u2019s udder was dripping with milk.  The cow was already anticipating the birth of its offspring, and the overflowing udders were clearly expressing this anticipation. Seeing it, I was overwhelmed. I realized how great the motherhood is! Tears welled up in my eyes.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/files\/2010\/08\/cow2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;cursor: pointer;border: 0pt none\" src=\"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/files\/2010\/08\/cow2.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"320\" height=\"213\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nWhen I checked three hours later, Lakshmi, the pregnant cow was lying in a pool of milk. It had not given birth yet, but its udders were overflowing. Amazing! Even though I had worked in the cowshed years ago, I had never seen this. Or maybe I never noticed it.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/files\/2010\/08\/cow3.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;cursor: pointer;border: 0pt none\" src=\"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/files\/2010\/08\/cow3.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"218\" height=\"319\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nWhen Sharan was born, the first thing its mother did was to give it a \u2018lick bath.\u2019 Within 20 minutes, he was trying to stand up and move about. Shanmukhan tied him with a cloth to a post next to its mother. By evening, it was running around in the garden in front of the cowshed.<\/p>\n<p>Most of us take cow\u2019s milk in one form or the other: with our tea or coffee, or as cheese or butter. How many of us spare a thought for the mother cow whose milk we imbibe? Amma (Sri Mata Amritanandamayi Devi)  reminds us that we have to remember the creator when we enjoy the creation.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/files\/2010\/08\/cow5.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;cursor: pointer;border: 0pt none\" src=\"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/files\/2010\/08\/cow5.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" width=\"320\" height=\"243\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>When I saw the udders dripping with milk, a thought  flashed in my mind. Many of us pray for the living. Some even pray for the dead. But how many pray for the unborn? Only a Mother.<\/p>\n<p>Dhyanamrita<br \/>\n5 Nov 2006<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Shyama, Amrita-krishna and Lakshmi now have another friend to play with, Sharan. Sharan is a newborn calf. He is a black beauty with white spots around his ankles and across his forehead. 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