When you get to be my age, the thought of adding another member to the family always stirs the thinking about: "how did we ever get along with him/her? There never seems to be an answer. Each addition seems to come with their own bag of love. It is instantaneous. They fit - in every way. Amazing.
Now, it doesn't matter if they are male or female. Once they make their grand entrance, with Mothers help of course, the guessing starts. Oh, he/she looks just like, and the great expression of wonderment is off to the races. Now we all know the new member of the family will have any number of 'looks' in a very short time. Like their personality, they develope their own persona gradually. Never the less, the guessing continues until everyone makes the 'brilliant' if not 'amazing' conclusion that they: 'look just like themselves'.
They fit in just like they were 'always there'. How is that? I haven't the slightest idea, but it happens just as gradually as the changes take place and everyone settles back into normal routines about the place, never realizing they have witnessed a 'miracle'. Hows that you say? Well think about it. With the first arrival, two are now three. The changes in life take a sharp curve. We can no longer just pick up and go - any place. There now has to be a serious concideration of what will be needed in the time we plan on being away from the house. Diaper Bags become a very important part of every excursion. The additional time in getting ready along with everything else just seems to fit in beautifully. Where once a couple only had to think about getting themselves ready, now two are making the necessary 'gatherings' for the addition, or what has now become 'the family'.
You know in the Musical Flower Drum Song the theme song tells us: "A hundred million miracles are happening everyday!". An addition to any family, wether it is the first of the fifth brings a portion of that number into our lives. Not only the Mother and Father of the 'new addition' are
witnessing the change, every member of the extended family enter into a new phase of their lives as well. When a wife becomes a mother and a husband becomes a father, every other member of the family takes on a different title as well. What was Mother, now is Grand Mother. That makes Father/Dad, a Grand Father. Brothers become Uncles and Sisters become Aunts. Grand Mothers and Grand Fathers have a Great added to their title. Oh, they haven't changed, they have merely been 'added upon'.
I can't help to marvel at the thought of adding 'one more' to the family. What a miracle it is. In "Love Comes Softly" Marty tells Missy - "love spills over", as her explanation of how she got her baby. Kind of simplified, but I think it is more truth than poetry. The great miracle that follows is how much love flows from the family sources when the news is announced and how that love is building everyday the wait is adding up the days until the 'coming forth' of the new little one.
I can remember leaning on the side of the crib of each of my Grand Children and drinking in the sheer pleasure of this new little one who had come to be with us. Each one came with their own wonderful self to become such a great part of life for us all. They never stay little long enough, but the thrill of seeing them grow, develope and become their own person, well there is just no words to discribe the excitement and happiness each of them brought. How did we get along without them before they got here? Yet, we did. Another miracle. We don't know what we have missed until something so grand has been presented to us. It is such a wonder to me. Little girls are generally so impressed with their 'mommies' they want to grow up and be just like theirs. Or so it was when I was little. Times change, the fast pace of life seems to have changed a lot of those kinds of thoughts. Little girls today seem to think being 'cheer leaders' is pretty niffty. Never the less most grow up and become 'mommies' after all.
Well another addition is coming to our family. We just had one - a month and 10 days ago. That is the beauty of being Great Grand Ma - there are a number of the younger generation who are still willing to invite another little one into their family, thusly into mine as well. How greatful I am for the ability to share the excitement with the rest of the family. It is so pleasing to say, "there is always room for one more".
May the LORD bless and keep Tina in HIS tender arms and bless her with the comfort that only HE can give. Congratulations - to the Slanes.
Written this 26th day of July 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
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