Eight years of lessons I didn’t know I needed

Eight years ago I learned that I wasn’t the most important thing in the world. In the days to follow, I learned that premature babies aren’t just small. That a birth can be celebrated and grieved.

This image has been digitally enhanced. But I only added the frilly pants. Check out Anthony's wedding band on her foot. Could have just as easily been a garter.
This image has been digitally enhanced. (But I only added the frilly pants. Check out Anthony’s wedding band on her foot – could have just as easily been a garter.)

In the months to follow, I learned that my vision of perfect was appallingly naive; medical staff warn of all that might be ‘wrong’ with a baby, but to a parent, that baby is perfect. I learned that a fear of loving can turn into love so strong it scares you. I learned not to worry about things that haven’t yet happened or that are out of our control. (Actually sometimes I do need reminding of that…)

In the last eight years, I’ve learned that love can pole-vault in magnitude and intensity. That situations and challenges can be hard, but that loving our children deeply is the easiest thing in the world.

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Impossible not to love those that taught such lessons to someone who already knew everything?

What have you learned lately?

 

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