When Sarah was very young, I was blessed with the task of comforting her before bedtime. I would sing to her and gently dance with her until she fell asleep. It became a tradition and when Patrick was born I continued that tradition with him as well. After only a few short years they were too heavy to carry and no longer needed their Dad to sing them to sleep.
I miss my babies terribly. Yet, I am so proud of the young adults they have become. I wouldn’t change a moment in the last 30 years, but I miss my babies. Now that we have grandchildren, I see them growing up so fast and I miss my babies even more.
My father and I had a sometime rocky relationship and clearly he never carried me to sing me to sleep. Now, that his 100th birthday has past, I just wish I could sit next to him and chat a bit. There are always issues for which he would have answers. But he can’t give me those answers anymore. Not in many years now. I miss him terribly.
My dear Sarah is carrying another baby, this time a boy. I’m sure, as much as I will love this new grand-baby boy, I will once again miss my own babies. If only I could dance with them one more time.
Do you miss your babies?