Love For A Baby

Tuesday, January 30th, 2007 at 3:43 pm

A woman has no idea what her capacity for love is until she holds her baby for the first time. Yes, we grow in our ability for showing compassion and understand love more and more and in different ways as we mature but there isn’t a way to describe the love a mother feels upon holding her first child, whether she has given birth to her baby or adopted. We may understand love to an extent up until this point but the true definition of love is lost on us until this eye and heart opening moment. It is the closest we will ever come to understanding God’s perfect love for us, His children. Whether your child is expected or not, your first or your fifth, the results are always the same. Your capacity for love is increased with every new baby you add to your family.
I am not saying that the love we feel for our baby makes motherhood easy, but it certainly makes all the pains worth it. I speak from experience. I am the mother of 5 with a 6th blessing due in May.
In the beginning, all my pregnancies have been the same. Sick defines me during my first trimester but I push through knowing God’s promise that the joy will come with the morning, or the second trimester, lol. Worry then sets in but I am not sure why as all of my pregnancies have gone off without a hitch. Still, I worry just the same. The baby’s first kick is all I need however, to ease my mind.
Now that the baby and I are beginning our final trimester differences are starting to be felt that differentiate this pregnancy from all the previous ones. Not physically, but emotionally. I am beginning to view my youngest blessing as an individual, not just another baby. He already has unique features and is developing a personality. At 27 weeks he even has a chance, if ever so small, of surviving outside the womb. This is unbelievable to me. I cannot see him, yet I can feel him. I know he is there and I know he has all of his little baby parts. I know if I could look at him I would see a very small child. These exact same thoughts go through my mind with every new baby but they are so new every time around.
As I am writing this baby Sam is waking up. He is moving around letting me know he is there. He is stretching, wiggling, and turning over. He is alive and my family is blessed all over again because God deemed us fit to be this new life’s earthly family.