As I was sitting in one of my classes at church today, I got the opportunity to hold my leader's baby girl. A few minutes after I'd given her back, I looked to the back of the room where the mother was standing. She was holding her baby, hand kind of supporting her baby's head. I couldn't help but smile, as the baby girl was gurgling and making happy baby noises, and smiling- and otherwise content and peaceful as my leader held her.
This post isn't coming out exactly the way I'd wanted it to, but what I guess I'm trying to convey is how amazed I get every time I get around a mother and child. How mothers seem to have some magical connection between her and her child. Which they do. I think it's beautiful to watch a fussy baby being given back to its mother, and then go quiet because it somehow knows it's being held by that one person who will never, ever stop loving them.