There is a lot of “new” in our lives. We have found a new home. This home is next to a new ocean. We have struggled and fumed, but finally prevailed, to create a new computer network. This new blog has now had 22,000 hits. And all of this easily pales by comparison to the miracle I held just a couple of hours ago. . . . . . We have a new GRANDDAUGHTER!!!!
Holding my own newly born children, and now my grandchildren, I have always felt that I am holding something that has the heft and size of a football. To think that this football is a person that will delight and intimidate me for the rest of my life is a wonder that exceeds any boundaries I can imagine.
Miracle is an apt description. This little person, whose basic composition is barely understood (10% would be excessive) by that empirical science called modern medicine, smiles at the sound of my voice. Synapses spark, eyes follow sound, and I realize that this delightful young lady has already wound me tightly around her delicate pinkie.
Miracle is also the challenge, because it pushes us beyond ourselves to a confrontation with Faith. Faith, i.e. intuitive understanding, pushes us toward the recognition of the primacy of Selfless Love. Parenthood is an iceberg that launches us out onto that sea, called Selfless Love, but it takes awhile for that berg to gently melt and for us to become one with that enveloping sea.
New granddaughters help you to trust the melt. New granddaughters help you to give yourself the sea of Selfless Love. New granddaughters teach you to be one with that sea.
Thank you, my dear grandchildren, for patiently teaching me some very basic strokes for swimming in the sea of Selfless Love. I have so much left to learn. Please be patient. I am a slow learner.