The Peace of a Child

Today is my mom's birthday (my half-birthday by the way) so first I want to tell her happy birthday! I hope you have a terrific day! But I really have been wanting to do a post about her helping me after having a baby. My mom was here to take care of us just after Cassidy was born. She was here for 2 weeks and was so needed too because we were all sick. She made us dinner, did the laundry, washed the dishes, cleaned the house, played with the kids, changed diapers, bought me groceries, swept the floor and, made me take naps. I feel like I just sang the Cinderella song. You know this one:

Cinderelly, Cinderelly Night and day it's Cinderelly Make the fire, fix the breakfast, wash the dishes, do the mopping, and the sweeping and the dusting. They always keep her hopping. She goes around in circles Till she's very, very dizzy Still they holler Keep a-busy Cinderelly!

I appreciate her service so much. She is so giving of her energies and love. I have a GOOD mom. But you know more than all those things she did for me while she was here the most important to me is to see her love my kids. She has come to help me after every baby now. The time she is here, to me, is sacred. There is nothing like watching someone fall in love with your child. My mom will stay up late with the baby so I can rest. I know my mom loves the cuddles and she always says she has long talks with the baby. I really hope she has because I want my kids to learn to be like her and emulate her great qualities. Those first few weeks of having a newborn go so fast and I love that my mom can bond and love my child from such a sweet beginning.

My mom read to me an article in the Church News last week about little children by Sam Anderson. Here is an excerpt from it. It made me sob.

"The day before my oldest son's wedding was Sunday. I was serving in the nursery. I was so tight inside and about as wound up as I could get. One of the little ones was falling asleep and I picked him up, cuddling him against me. I stood there and rocked back and forth, like a mother does. It brought peace to my soul and tears to my eyes. It was comforting and calming.
Later when I thought on this experience it brought the Savior to my mind. When the people brought their little children to Christ to touch and bless, the disciples tried to stop them from bothering Jesus. But Jesus wanted them near; in Luke 18:16, he said, "suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not; for of such is the kingdom of God." They are the closest thing to heaven on earth. I believe amidst the thronging crowd, Christ found comfort in the little children, their innocence, their closeness to heaven."

It is true that there is a peace of a sleeping child nestled on your chest. I do wonder if Christ drew strength from them and needed them at that time to give him peace and a closeness to God. I can only imagine so because a child does have that power.