I've never been there at the moment of a baby's birth (except my own, I suppose). This may seem crazy to parents or nurses or midwives or family member with flip cameras, but I've never wanted to be there.
Tomorrow I will visit two new babies in the hospital. Born a day apart into two families with much in common, including workplaces & a love of carrot cake. I love babies. (I know, I know - who doesn't love little precious babies?) But their sweetness, their closed eyelids as they sleep away the trauma of birth, of entering this cold world. I love their tiny fingers on their tiny hands - seemingly unattached to the rest of them, waving wildly & grasping for something.
Who among us doesn't long for that? Wrapped tightly in a warm blanket, instantly loved by everyone who sees us? Who among doesn't long for a life unmarred by bad circumstances & bad decisions?
Tomorrow I will visit these two new baby-friends. I will hold them & kiss them & touch their ears & toes. And with that I will reclaim my own innocence. My own beginnings.
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easter sunday
I realized in logging in this morning that I have neglected this blog for nearly the entire six weeks of Lent...
This Lenten season has been one of deep reflection & trying times for me. I'm not sure if I am emerging on Easter Sunday as stronger or braver or more equipped to deal with the world.
What I am sure of on this bright & glorious Easter morning is that hope lives - even in the darkest of places & among the worst circumstances. Hope exists & I can claim that for the darkness of my own life.
This Lenten season has been one of deep reflection & trying times for me. I'm not sure if I am emerging on Easter Sunday as stronger or braver or more equipped to deal with the world.
What I am sure of on this bright & glorious Easter morning is that hope lives - even in the darkest of places & among the worst circumstances. Hope exists & I can claim that for the darkness of my own life.
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