I got to hold this tiny treasure today. He was absolutely scrumptious. Those tiny toes. The grunts and coos. Even the present he made in his diaper while nestled in my arms left me pining for a wee one, a small taste of heaven (I’m insane, I know). Madeline was pining, too. On the way home, she couldn’t stop talking about him. “Doesn’t he make you want to have another baby? I can’t stop thinking about him. You know what I liked about holding him the most? His warm body on mine and the way he ‘sticked’ out his little tongue. He was so cute.”
My friend’s big sister wanted Madeline to come play dress up with her, but she was very reluctant to let go of that baby.
While my younger girls weren’t quite as hands-on with the newborn today, earlier they began fighting over a book I ought to be reading until big sister Rachel remembered that empathy and sharing are some of the best ways to deal with ones smaller than you. I suppose it’s never too early to start taking those small steps toward faithful motherhood. :-)