We were all women in the room...adults. But one precious baby had the privilege of joining us.
It made my heart soar!
Historically, I've often been the only mom at the "mom event" with a babe in arms,
but this time my "big" babies were old enough to stay home while I attended...
...and I missed them.
The doting mother, with her baby boy close, offered LOVE. And, her little boy (soon to be bigger than her)
lay comforted at her chest, chin dropped wide open, blissfully asleep with his mama.
lay comforted at her chest, chin dropped wide open, blissfully asleep with his mama.
She ate with one hand, and stood to bounce while we sat. She offered herself and he knew it.
There's no question, this boy knows HIS mommy.
Seasons pass quickly by and babes in arms toddle off...then run.
What a blessing to nurture, to hold, to comfort, to be available while they're ours.
What a blessing to be a mother.
"But we proved to be gentle among you,
as a nursing mother tenderly cares for her own children."
1 Thessalonians 2:7
