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March 6, 2003
I have taken a break from my usual thread and plan to do a few entries that are just the thoughts & feelings of my heart while I recover from the losses I have experienced. Whenever I go through sadly intense times, I am always amazed at how it sharpens my ability to know the precious worth of life and each person. It seems that you cannot have one(the sensitivity to the wonder of life) without experiencing some of the other. I find my heart being moved to prayer for strangers that pass me in stores,in cars. And my children seem almost more precious than I can stand! Its as tho, through my pain and sadness,I have been given the rare gift of knowing a glimpse,a glimmer,a tiny fraction of Gods love for each one of us.... I remember experiencing this while pregnant with my 2nd child. I went through the very usual mothers ponderings:Will my love for this new baby somehow diminish the love I have for my daughter or vice versa? I remember feeling a more intense love for my daughter than ever before, a love that reassured me - nothing can take away from this,it is forever.While at the same time,knowing that I would love the new child with that exact intensity,only it would be a new love,created for him alone. Thankyou again for being patient with the state of my heart/emotions right now. I leave you with another something that touched my heart. "While They Are at Your Side"
While they are at your side, love these little ones to uttermost.
Forget yourself, serve them; care for them, lavish all your tenderness
on them.
Value your good fortune while it is with you, and let nothing of the
sweetness of their babyhood go unprized. Not for long will you keep
that
happiness that now lies within your reach. You will not always walk in
the sun with a little hand in yours, nor hear little feet pattering
beside you
and eager baby voices questioning a thousand things with ceaseless
excitement.
Not always will you see that trusting face upturned to yours, feel
those little arms about your neck, and those tender lips pressed upon
your
cheek. Love them and win their love and shower on them all the
treasures of
your heart. Fill their days with happiness and share with their mirth
and
innocent delights. Childhood is but for a day. Ere you are aware, it
will
be gone with all its gifts forever.
by, George Townsend
Have a blessed week,Catherine
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