There is something amazing about watching your child, as large as a man, with a voice as deep as a man's, but still a child himself, whisper sweet, high pitched nothings into a baby's ear.
My boys, all 4, have enveloped both girls with a fierce and protective love. The babies are adored, hugged, snuggled, and talked to in a way that gives me a glimpse of the Fathers my sons will become. They care for the girls in a way that shows me that I have done my job in laying a foundation that will allow them to love a child with an all consuming love. To hope, and know, that we have broken the cycle that our oldest two stepped out of. Knowing, in fact, that THEY have broken the cycle of abuse and loss and abandonment for themselves.
And yet, when I think of how our family has enfolded and meshed completely with these two little lives, I remember the pain of prior loss, my stomach churns. Trying not to borrow worry about tomorrows, I choose to focus on today.
Today I will love these children fully.
Today I will celebrate that we are a family.
Today I will choose to mother them in the way it takes to heal them of their past hurts.
Today I will enfold their parents into our lives and support them on their journey.
Today is good.