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The Magical Residue Left by Newborns
My nephew was born yesterday, and I’m in Heaven
“When we encourage new parents to ‘treasure these moments because they don’t last forever,’ we need to remember to also reassure them that they will survive these moments because they don’t last forever.”
— L.R. Knost
My sister is so strong and fierce — a mother of three now (as of yesterday!). She’s resiliently herself and is a brilliant light that emanates joy to all those who see her. Her husband too has this light (a touch of Jesus, I’m sure), that he lets glow to those in his presence. Together, they’re beautiful and let flow their energy of love and delight, so it’s hard to imagine a baby being born into their family without that same light, passed down to them, and for that I’m forever grateful. But I can’t help but to think all babies have lights in them, not just my sister’s babies (though they may be the cutest babies!).
I’m partial to my nephews and niece, of course, but I also know deep down that the innocence of a baby is purely magical, as if they’re a touch of Heaven. Their eyes are curious and large and always eager to find their next target. Their ears are fragile, more fragile than I think we even realize, as they listen and try to filter through all the newly absorbed sounds. Their mouths instinctively are drawn to their mother’s…
