"A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on."
~ Carl Sandburg
I held an infant the other day. It has been years since I've felt that protective, maternal and gentle feeling that comes with new life.This little lady, with her tiny hands and nose and pursed lips was dressed in a mini-outfit . Her dark hair smelled delightful and her porcelain skin shone. Socks the size of my thumb and a 'kiss-me-on-the-cheek' smile held my fascination.She fussed a bit when in my arms. Mom said she was hungry, and Dad said she was tired. Thanks for trying to placate me, but I just wasn't Mom or Dad, and little ones know that.
She looks like her father, her maternal grandmother and her older cousin. Her features will change as she grows, of course. The constant in her life will be a family...folks that feel their hearts ping when they say her name or envision her at five, at ten and at twenty-one. Who will she grow to be?
"Miss Em' is my great-niece, my third great- niece. My tiny family is blossoming and that is wonderful. Each girl is a person of their own within this familial unit. There will be challenging times...mostly joyful times, I pray. Each will eventually journey on a pathway that fills their soul with independence and an awe of what is all around them. Family will always be a safety net, ever ready to help them back on their feet should they falter.
"Hang on tight girls...here we go."
