That was a sweet post, Fran.
You know what it made me think of? When we were young women and there were babies hanging on us all the time, babies seemed less miraculous than they do to me now. Then, they were to be cleaned and fed and cared for and cherished. Now? They hold the miracle of all those years of life to come. For the little girls, I understand now what it is to grow up and have babies and be part of that whole circle of life thing. For the little boys, I know that one day, he will meet life with the same courage or humor or pain that my husband did. I get it, that life will be full of challenges for whatever baby I am holding. But I also get it that the child will grow through the challenge of it all and reach that kind of rich, middle aged place I am in right now.
So holding a baby at my age is a very different thing than it is for a younger woman.
It sounds so hokey, but everything I do at my age has this sort of rich echo to it.
Everything is so much more than it seems.
Plus, there is just something so sweet about the way they sit right on you, without reservation or stiffness ~ or sometimes?
Make no bones about not wanting to have anything to do with you, at all!
Barbara
