I'm getting my settled after our daughter's giving birth, as is she. It's great to see the confidence growing and the little fellow settling in to the world. This new family's change is monumental, but it reminds me how disorienting change for the better can be. It's like a body blow and you walk around stunned. To our daughter it literally was a body blow, but the rest of us are exhausted and slow and unable to focus really well. And baby is blinking his eyes, crying, stretching, startling and doing his best to adjust to this very noisy, bright, strange world. Luckily, everyone adores him and I'm sure he feels that body to body.
But it makes me think about those births which are lonely and unsupported, without two parents, without security and loads of loving relatives, and how they struggle to survive. It makes me think about "Moonlight" and the young boy of a single mother who is addicted to crack and his loneliness and pain. Bless all those children who don't have what they should have as a birthright, and may they receive help and care and modeling and love somewhere along their way. And may we strive to be a better society that cares for these children, values them, and gives them support. They are floating angels that we must embrace and hold.
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