I imagine it must be awfully difficult to be an atheist or an agnostic if you're a parent. How doggedly determined must one be to gaze at the face of your very own beautiful child/ren and still not believe in something more than what we can see. Rhys is happily playing in his excersaucer, grinning his two-toothed grin at me periodically, and momentarily causing me to forget how exhausted I am after a morning of laundry and half-arsed gardening. I can't help but look at his face and know that:
- I've done nothing to deserve such sweetness in my life
- his existence is more that a work of textbook science
- life - all of it - is an absolute miracle
In case you happened across my blog expecting to read something besides baby-loving sap, try back tomorrow, when I'm sure I'll have something less sentimental to say. :)
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Just surfed by and understood this blog completely! Look at the fingers and toes of a newborn. Miracles. Simply miraculous, those tiny nails, those curling digits. You are so right -- and they are missing so much!
"People" loving crap.
A person's a person, no matter how small. We do care about your small person, too. It's perfectly fine with me.
I know it's not quite the same thing, but I get that feeling when I'm riding horses...about how it would be very hard to deny that God made an animal that is practically already programmed to do what I ask it to. An animal just the right size for carrying me. And an animal that can show me through its obedience and acceptance toward me a glimmer of how I should respond to God's subtle cues.
I know the feeling, Q. The mysterious details of pregnancy were so miraculous, and then to have a whole little person... that grew inside of me... that somehow learns how to laugh and crawl and dance and say "I love you so so much Mommy!"... It makes God's love more real and more mind-blowing all the time.
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