AN INDESCRIBABLE GIFT

AN INDESCRIBABLE GIFT

From Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul

An Indescribable Gift

In the sheltered simplicity of the first days after a baby is born, one sees again the magical closed circle, the miraculous sense of two people existing only for each other.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

She slips into this world, and into my arms, placed there by heaven. She is straight from God. An indescribable gift. As I look upon her, peace and purity fill the air around her. Through joyful tears I whisper in her ear, “We are glad you are here. We waited so long to see you.” She opens her eyes, and I am transformed—a timeless moment filled with the infinity of what life is. In her eyes I see total recognition, unconditional love and complete trust. I am a mother. In that instant I feel, and in my heart I know, everything I need to know to guide her.

Lying on the bed, she sleeps between her daddy and me. We count the toes and fingers and marvel at the perfection in such a tiny form. We look for ways she looks like us, and ways she is uniquely herself. We have nothing to say, but our hearts and minds are full of thoughts—of our hopes and dreams for her, of who she might be, of what gifts she brings with her and how she might touch the world. Just looking at her and feeling the love and sweetness she brings, it seems the stress and weight of the world are lifted from us, and what is important and true in the world becomes apparent—as being in the presence of a great, wise sage. It is hard to close our eyes to sleep.

As the days and years pass, we are awed at the transformation of who she is becoming. The first smile, the first word, the first step—all according to plan, yet in her own time and special way. She teaches us how to play again; to slow down and see the world again. To rediscover the things we used to see, and know. It is clear there is much she remembers, feels and sees that we no longer can, and maybe never could.

Time will fly; suddenly she will be grown, a young adult, ready to soar into the world and give what she came here for. Letting go will be wrenching, and yet we know that she is not ours to keep. She came to us to teach us our lessons, to give us joy, to make us whole and to connect us to God.

Jeanette Lisefski

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