My second son was born 34 years ago today. I can hardly believe that much time has passed!
He was a beautiful baby with a full head of dark hair, olive skin and perfect features. I couldn’t take my eyes off him! I remember telling Mom, “I know he’s my baby and all, but I just really think he’s beautiful!” Mom smiled and said, “Well, you know…every old crow thinks hers is the blackest.” I had never heard that saying before, but truer words were never spoken! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve repeated those words over these 34 years!
Mom was always there when our babies were born, not just at the hospital but at our house for a couple of weeks afterward. With our first, she taught me so much in those two weeks – not just about how to take care of a newborn but also how to be a caregiver. She was my caregiver – making sure I rested when the baby slept, while she cooked meals and washed clothes. She did the same after our second baby was born. Then, even before our third baby was born, she spent several weeks with us – taking care of our boys while I followed doctor’s orders and stayed off my feet due to premature labor. We would’ve been up a creek without her.
Babies are Lifesavers
The great thing is that Mom loved babies, especially her grandbabies. This caregiving wasn’t a chore to her; she enjoyed it. I realized, watching her rock our newborns to sleep, that these weeks were special to her too. She was good at this – it was her calling.
When I saw the news a few days ago about the woman who bought baby dolls for all the women in a nursing home in Kentucky, it took me back to the day we first placed a baby doll, wrapped in a blanket, in Mom’s arms. She was in love from that very moment, touching the baby’s face, kissing her, whispering in her ear and patting her bottom as they rocked. She had a baby which meant there was much to do – diapers to change, songs to sing, bottles to give. Finally, she felt needed again, and the look in her eyes told me that she thought her crow was the blackest.
Since then, I’ve witnessed this renewed sense of purpose in many – men and women alike. I know there are those who don’t agree with this approach, and I’m quite sure it won’t work for all. For those it does work for, baby dolls can be real lifesavers.
“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” C.S. Lewis
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