KEEP ON SINGING

It has been a   long time since a Hindi movie had come to town. So I was excited when I went last fortnight to see Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gham, the talk of the town.The video cassette had come much earlier ,but I hadnt seen it yet and moreover,it was exciting watching it in a hall. The starting sentence of Jaya “ A Dad never tells how much he loves his children and a mother never tires of telling that “ caught me very much. I went on a long drive after the movie and reminisced many moments about my parents.

I have been a Mama’s child from childhood and hence I could emphatize with the above line.I used to be surprised that whenever something used to happen to us,though being very far away mom used to sense it somehow and it always has happened that  I used to get a call that day or the next from Mom saying that she called because she sensed that something was wrong. I guess all Moms in the world have this sixth sense because we are after all a part of them and they know more about us than we do ourselves. I got this story forwarded by someone through a email in celebration of Moms day which is upcoming the following week.It is an old story,but a true life one which never fails to inspire.

The story conveys much better  about the wonder that moms are..I am reproducing this story below as a tribute to all the Moms in this world

Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling.

They find out that the new baby is going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his sister in Mommy's tummy.

The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen, an active member of the PantherCreek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee. Then the labor pains come. Every five minutes ... every minute. But complications arise during delivery. Hours of labor. Would a C-section be required?

Finally, Michael's little sister is born. But she is in serious condition. With sirenhowling in the night, the ambulance rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inch by. The little girl gets worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst."

Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a burial plot. They havefixed up a special room in their home for the new baby now they plan a funeral.Michael, keeps begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to sing to her," he says.

Week two in intensive care. It looks as if a funeral will come before the week is over. Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. But Karen makes up her mind. She will take Michael whether they like it or not. If he doesn't see his sister now, he may never see her alive.

She dresses him in an oversized scrub suit and marches him into ICU. Helookslike a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes him as a child and bellows, "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed. The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line.

"He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"

Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old,  Michael sings:

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray..."

Instantly the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes calm and steady.

Keep on singing, Michael.

"You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away..."

The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as a kitten's purr.

Keep on singing, Michael.

"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..."

Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her.

Keep on singing, Michael.

Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glows.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away."

Funeral plans are scrapped. The next day,the very next day, the little girl is wellenough to go home! Woman's Day magazine called it "the miracle of a brother's song." The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love!

NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE

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