I didn’t get to be a mother in my life. Frankly, God knew what He was doing with that plan. He did, however put some pretty remarkable children in my life in a variety of ways, so that I could still have those blessings.
I have the most wonderful brothers and sisters that any person could ever have. Of course, none of them are children any longer. My oldest brother takes care of people’s bodies. My second brother takes care of horse’s bodies. My third brother takes care of people’s minds. My youngest brother takes care people’s food sources. Then there are my incredible sisters, two of which heal people, and the third of which protects animals. I know. It takes my breath away.
I taught a thousand children who are now screenwriters, astro-physicists, opera and nightclub singers, teachers, undergrad and doctoral students, and self-made business owners. They are entrepreneurs, musicians, technicians, trauma nurses, wives and husbands, mothers and fathers. From teaching comes all professions, don’t you know.
I have step-grandchildren and great-grandchildren that pray for me, send me their Flat Stanleys to joy-ride around the world, write me letters, and make me laugh, when I have the rare opportunity to spend time with them.
I have nieces and nephews that grew up way too fast for me to process, and who are now having their own children. One of which is my great-nephew, who came to spend a week at my house just a month ago.
Kids are fickle. He loved me when he was one, shunned me when he was eighteen months old, and then, age 22 months, gave me the exceptional gift of sharing his blanket (which I made for him, and he hardly let others even touch). The day he leaned into me, brought me his book and blanket, and crawled up on my lap, my heart nearly burst. It was practically the highlight of my entire year.
Yep. Children are pretty remarkable. The people that make them are even more so. Then the ones that share them are the most blessed of all.