When my babies were born it was an emergency situation. I felt fine but I was sick. Six weeks early they entered this world and life was forever changed. Presented side by side, I barely remember what the moments looked like except for pictures. I do remember their cries, I remember the rush of the delivery room... The bustling of people coming and going.
Both of them perfect in everyway, except early. My beautiful daughter had a special kind of strength (still does)! She needed some oxygen and a feeding tube, she was definately healthier. I didn't know it at the time but my son needed more help than that. I actually didn't know that they had to work on him a little more, I didn't know until their 5th birthday when I watched their birth video in its entirety that they had to work on him a lot! He was the one I couldn't hold, he was the one that came home last and since he's had more health issues than his sister. I know it's not uncommon for premature boys...
My daughter... She comes from good stock. There are a long line of strong women in her past!
My own beautiful mother who is stronger than she knows. Faith, hope and love surround her all the time.
Both of my grandmothers... Each couldn't be more opposit but contain fire and strength all their own. Each have raised four children... Both in war, both in times of plenty and scarcity. I've also heard stories of their mothers... I wish I would have known them.
The other side of our family... my husband's mom and his grandmothers are and were amazing as well. Strong, loving, hardworking, thriving...
I reflect on these things tonight as my kids have a "sleep-over". That's what they call it... They take turns sleeping in each other's rooms. We don't do it a lot, we don't need for that habit to form, but we do allow it because these are the moments where memories are made.
I remember bringing them home from the hospital. First my Faith-child, two weeks before her brother. She slept the entire night on my chest... We slept sitting upright in the living room. The first few nights were hard... The days of back and forth to the hospital, leaving her with family so I could go and see her brother... In those two weeks she never quite seemed at peace.
Until we were able to bring him home and place them side by side in the pack-n-play. I still remember the way they rolled so naturally into each other and the peace that overtook our hearts and their faces as we were all complete...
As they "sleep-over" tonight I am touched that they can still comfort each other in this way... When the night gets too dark and one is afraid... Or on nights like tonight and daddy is working, when they miss him the most. They roll into the same room and are at peace, he still seeks her out and is comforted in her quiet strength.
Sleep well my friends!
Both of them perfect in everyway, except early. My beautiful daughter had a special kind of strength (still does)! She needed some oxygen and a feeding tube, she was definately healthier. I didn't know it at the time but my son needed more help than that. I actually didn't know that they had to work on him a little more, I didn't know until their 5th birthday when I watched their birth video in its entirety that they had to work on him a lot! He was the one I couldn't hold, he was the one that came home last and since he's had more health issues than his sister. I know it's not uncommon for premature boys...
My daughter... She comes from good stock. There are a long line of strong women in her past!
My own beautiful mother who is stronger than she knows. Faith, hope and love surround her all the time.
Both of my grandmothers... Each couldn't be more opposit but contain fire and strength all their own. Each have raised four children... Both in war, both in times of plenty and scarcity. I've also heard stories of their mothers... I wish I would have known them.
The other side of our family... my husband's mom and his grandmothers are and were amazing as well. Strong, loving, hardworking, thriving...
I reflect on these things tonight as my kids have a "sleep-over". That's what they call it... They take turns sleeping in each other's rooms. We don't do it a lot, we don't need for that habit to form, but we do allow it because these are the moments where memories are made.
I remember bringing them home from the hospital. First my Faith-child, two weeks before her brother. She slept the entire night on my chest... We slept sitting upright in the living room. The first few nights were hard... The days of back and forth to the hospital, leaving her with family so I could go and see her brother... In those two weeks she never quite seemed at peace.
Until we were able to bring him home and place them side by side in the pack-n-play. I still remember the way they rolled so naturally into each other and the peace that overtook our hearts and their faces as we were all complete...
As they "sleep-over" tonight I am touched that they can still comfort each other in this way... When the night gets too dark and one is afraid... Or on nights like tonight and daddy is working, when they miss him the most. They roll into the same room and are at peace, he still seeks her out and is comforted in her quiet strength.
Sleep well my friends!
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you
rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and
humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke
is easy and my burden is light." Matthew 11:28-30
rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and
humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke
is easy and my burden is light." Matthew 11:28-30
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