The last blog is posted with words sent to me by my own incredible mother (a.k.a. Grammy). From the depth of her heart she reached out to help our family. I'm suffering from sometimes dibilitating depression. She saw a need and answered, as did my father (a.k.a. Poppy). They stayed in Austin -- a safe place filled with family, immesureable amounts of love, & fun.
On a regular basis, we don't sleep with our children. But, oh, how there are times I want to be right next to them hearing them breath. I often sneak in to hold them in the middle of the night & am so thankful for that time. Life on Earth is finite. Love is not. God is Love.
Our family is God's gift to us. I hope your comment was not a slam to those parents that choose to sleep with their children. There are many. They do it out of nothing but love & doing what they believe is right for their family.
On a regular basis, we don't sleep with our children. But, oh, how there are times I want to be right next to them hearing them breath. I often sneak in to hold them in the middle of the night & am so thankful for that time. Life on Earth is finite. Love is not. God is Love.
Our family is God's gift to us. I hope your comment was not a slam to those parents that choose to sleep with their children. There are many. They do it out of nothing but love & doing what they believe is right for their family.
2 comments:
it was not a slam. there's nothing sweeter than holding a sleeping child in your arms
So true. I'm so glad your mom did that for you, Angela...
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