Six years ago, I attended church on a bright sunny Sunday morning leaving my mother asleep with a capable aide. When I arrived home, an immediate path from the back door to the bedroom was my focus. Her breathing had changed, and I just knew. Shortly thereafter she departed, an eternal inheritance awaited ...
This bright sunny Sunday morning , six years later, I am not in church. On my bed amidst a fence of pillows lies a precious four month old. I have been his substitute mother since yesterday morning, and after a night spent at Witt and Claire's house,(DSS rules), I am tired and weary, yet my heart is full of the joy of keeping little wee man. I recall the blessings and griefs of a previous day too and I do believe it is all very relevant. The paths of motherhood through all generations and seasons are linked intrinsically, we never leave them far behind.
But I am thinking those helpful hormones and/or strong desires for a baby do give something extra of which I find myself in tremendous shortfall of at the present.
"I can hardly believe it after that horrible day last summer. I have had a heart ache ever since then. But it is gone now."
"This baby will take Joy's place," said Marilla.
"Oh no no no Marilla. He can't, nothing can ever do that. He has his own place my dear wee man child. But little Joy has hers, and always will have it."
~L.M. Montgomery
"I can hardly believe it after that horrible day last summer. I have had a heart ache ever since then. But it is gone now."
"This baby will take Joy's place," said Marilla.
"Oh no no no Marilla. He can't, nothing can ever do that. He has his own place my dear wee man child. But little Joy has hers, and always will have it."
~L.M. Montgomery
