A touch of Grace



Sometimes, we meet people and become friends in the most unexpected way.  For me I was friends with her friend and this is how I met her.  We cheered on the sidelines of the soccer games our children both played on. Our children instantly made a connection and today, my kids believe her son is their best friend.  If I had to guess, I would say it has been about five or six years.  Our children still enjoy each other and my children always want her son to come over.  They often ask if he can stay the whole weekend but time doesn’t always permit this.

I believe it is important for my children to have a solid group of friends to grow with- to be positive role models and frankly, keep them out of trouble as they get older.  These friends, I will continue to encourage them to get together with and stay in contact with because I believe they are a positive influence.  At the age of 12, I believe I can foresee what other kids will be like as they get older on a basic level.  If another kid is bulling one of my kids…that will not happen on my watch and I will for sure try to encourage my children to chose someone else to hang out with…I do this in a sneaky way because soon they will figure it out.  I know, I know, I may sound like a crazy mom but I will do everything in my power to keep my kids on the straight and narrow because there WILL come a time when what I say doesn’t matter and they WILL test the limits and possible lie to me as kids do as they get older to do what they want…if I say No, they will find a way to do it anyway with a little lie involved.  Now, I would like to say my children are above this and I know they will never pull this on me but I am a reasonable person and I know what I did when I was younger. I have a few situations in my memory that got me into trouble and yes, I got caught. It is part of growing up!

Back to my friend. We have gotten closer over the years and it was within the last year that she had a surprise knocking at her door.  I would say, a blessing from God! Actually, knocking on the inside of her belly. Surprise pregnancy!! I was so elated when she told me…I remember her buying a tiny pair of girl baby shoes at an auction and she whisper it in my ear and I think I jumped out of my shoes!!  I was so thrilled!!  I tried to picture what I would do in that situation and I knew I wouldn’t be able to contain myself.

Hours, days, and months passed by and we stayed close as we planned her baby shower then came and went as quickly as her 7 months.  I remember seeing a post on Facebook about her being in the hospital because the baby was coming early.  I immediately text her and she was calm, collected, and full of grace. She said her family was with her.  The baby boy arrived early and was in the hospital for some time before he could come home.  I did not visit her and her baby boy in the hospital.  See, I was once laying in a hospital bed with premature twins and the first couple days were touch and go…would they survive?  We had many visitors and it all worked out for the best but at the time I remember thinking I didn’t want an audience. I did keep checking in with my friend and her family but I didn’t want to intrude.  I longed to visit her and immediately felt for her premature baby and for her family because of the delicate situation.

She came home and she was positive, delicate, and in love with this little boy!  Her entire family was.  Being in their house you could feel the love swirling around the rom. Quickly, I fell in love with this baby. I visit her every week, sometimes uninvited but every time she and I fell into this rhythmic conversation, I held the baby as much as I possibly could except for feeding time because I couldn’t provide him with that 😉 Everyone in their house is warm, kind, and I am lucky to know them all.

However, when I hold this baby and he breathes in and out, I am reminded how precious time is and how fast children grown, cherish these moments of beauty.  His head on my shoulder, he is so relaxed, extremely loved and when his body drifts into a slumber I love looking at this fresh face, round cheeks, perfect lips, and when he opens his eyes they are the deepest brown just like his brothers and parents.  He is a wonderful baby.  I never thought I could fall in love with someone else’ baby but I have. This is a precious gift and I feel so blessed to be included in his presence.

I know this mother is kind, beautiful, and her heart is so full. Some days I show up with her favorite white chocolate mocha, other days with blueberries or raspberries.  I come to spend time with her and her son.

Recently, I was sitting in a broken rocking chair chatting with her about life and an unexpected question fell from her lips.  I have never been asked this question before and it was a question so shocking in a good way, that I am not sure how quickly I spoke. It was one of those questions that anyone would feel honored to be asked but I didn’t expect it all.

I was asked to be her son’s godmother and I felt nervous, excited, and proud…. most of all honored!!  As I held her son I hugged her with tears on my face and said, “yes, but why?” I meant to shout “yes” from the rooftops but what fell from my lips was a fumbling group of words that no one could decipher and as she proceeded to tell me why she and her husband chose me.  I was more and more aware of the the little one in my arms, she was entrusting me with his potentially future. I am still so honored and can’t put into words how I have felt since then.

In my life, I am blessed like most of my days but today I am more blessed because I have a godson. Funny how things work out.  Since the first time I held this little baby boy…I started a journal for him.  Writing to him about my observations, thoughts and dreams for him and how wonderful his family is.  Someday, I will give him this gift with great honor.


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