There is no other miracle in the world like the birth of a baby. I have always loved watching “a baby story” even though I get queasy when the baby is born and have to cover my eyes for a bit I still watch because it is so amazing to see that little human being handed to their mother for the first time. There is something so magical about it. I was watching one today and the dad had passed away during the mother’s pregnancy. I started watching half way through so I don’t know how he died but he was in the military. It was such a beautiful thing to experience. Even though the mother was full of pain and grief, that baby brought her so much joy and love. When he was born she kept saying “I want to see him, I want to see him.” She said he looked just like his dad.
Of course I cry every time I witness the birth of a child. Who doesn’t? I wish I could have been there the day my daughter was born. I wonder…what were her first moments in this world like? Did her birth mother hold her? Was she alone or did she have family to be there? There is no way of knowing and that breaks my heart. Hopefully one day we will meet and I will get to ask all my questions. There are so many.