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Some say, the amount a baby cries when he leaves the womb,
means just how much pain they will endure in life. The higher and louder the cries, the more pain. My mother said you could hear me a mile away. I feel you kick, and hope that you are a silent baby. One of the babies that are clueless as to what is going on, and as comfortable in the cold, strange, and new environment as they were in the womb. A new entity marveling at the challenges ahead of him. I guess any new mother would wish this for a newborn. It's a selfish wish. I guess the appropriate thing to ask for would be, courage, strength, and the ability to keep his sanity. because No pain means no life lessons and No pain means no happiness.
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