December 30, 2010
Perspective
When you wake up crying moments after I put you down, I count it a privilege to scoop you up and rock you back to sleep.
When you fuss and cling to me, when you won’t let me get anything done, I am blessed to keep you happy in my arms.
When my nights are interrupted several times over by you searching for milk, I am honored to provide your meals.
When I watch the rise and fall of your chest as you sleep, I am relieved.
When you smile and flap your arms, when your eyes look into mine, I treasure all that you are.
When others experience a tragedy of unthinkable proportion, I hold you a little tighter. I love you a little stronger. I find your interruptions to be of no inconvenience. Because somewhere someone would give anything to be holding their baby. And miracle of all miracles, I get to hold you.
Carey said,
December 30, 2010 at 6:26 pm
That is beautiful, and truly a matter of perspective. I have learned to appreciate every moment with my precious children. I’m sorry for your friend who lost her son.