Connections

When my third child was born, I have a very distinct memory of him. Right after he came out, he was put into my arms while he was still connected to the placenta. I remember looking at him and appreciating that connection with him at the moment. I think I was a little bit awestruck that we were connected so tightly for 9 months. Then it was cut and I felt a little sad that it should happen that way. Yet I have thought about it afterwards. Such a deep connection is miraculous, but it is also miraculous that afterwards these children are let go to breathe and eat on their own.

Small steps like these are taken throughout their life. I remember having a hard time when I weaned my kids also. Watching them take their first steps, sleeping in a big bed, going off to school: all of these are little miracles. It is a little sad. But after all, I think the real joy comes in watching them become their own-to see who they become and to watch them find joy within their own lives.