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.
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.
Impossible not to love those that taught such lessons to someone who already knew everything?
What have you learned lately?