Every night when I’m rocking little M in her nursery before bed, I think about how thankful I am for her. I think about how thankful I am to be her mommy. I think about how there’s no greater joy than those moments of rocking and snuggling a sleepy baby with the smell of Johnson’s bedtime lotion and the soft sounds of her lullabies playing. I pray and I thank God for her. She puts her little hands into the sleeve or neck of my shirt and her eyes get heavy. She is so content, and so am I. There is nothing better.
I have friends whose children are getting older and leaving the nest. Random people in the grocery store will stop and tell us to enjoy her while she’s young because she’ll be grown in the blink of an eye. So, I listen to them. Each day, I am aware that every moment is a gift and that I don’t want to take it for granted. She’s growing by leaps and bounds already.
Over the weekend, tragedy struck one of our friends when their precious baby boy passed away at only eight months old. He was diagnosed with a brain tumor just three weeks ago. Words cannot express the profound sadness and utter sense of loss in this situation. So many people have been affected. How can you even begin to make sense of something like this? As a mom, my heart is so broken. I am grieving so much for them. She was a stay-at-home mom, and this was her only child. He was perfect. And he’s gone. I can’t understand this. I have experienced loss, and I’ve known so many others who’ve experienced tremendous loss, but this is unfathomable to me. The pain is excruciating.
Over the past 48 hours, I keep hugging and kissing little M. Holding her closer. Thinking that it is not fair that some mommies have babies and some are taken away. I rock her longer at night, hugging her, tears rolling down my cheeks. I am shaken.
Please, please pray for the family of precious baby James and for their broken hearts. I don’t know how they are doing it, but it’s been two days now. Please pray for peace and comfort and strength for the days ahead.