Could a mother have but one glimpse into her baby's future she would see there is no other work so noble and so worthy of her best....

The title is paraphrased and a smidgen of the quote is this;

"..... could she look into its soul to see its possibilities; 
could she be made to understand her own personal responsibility 
for the training of this child, for the development of its life, and 
for its destiny,--she would see that in all God's world there is 
no other work so noble and so worthy...."

This afternoon I reached a stopping point so of course, what else would I do but to brew a fresh cup of hot, strong coffee and come to the open laptop for a bit to check the latest emails and to scan some news headlines.

I don't regularly read any one personal blog or site but today, I somehow ended up lost in that click-then-click-then-click-that-too and ended up on a random blog where the woman had posted a quote by JR Miller.  As I quickly skimmed the page I saw nothing of interest on it... except this quote.

And I read it.
And then I read it again out loud.
And by the time I finished reading it aloud slowly and pondering the words, I had tears running down my face.

Where did those come from!?

I wasn't expecting to have that kind of reaction but there were so many thoughts running through my brain at breakneck speed as I read this quote.

My own babies, grandbabies, how I want to tell my own children how precious every single moment is and to not fuss and yell and get angry over little things, that in a blink they will be grown.  The children I see being raised by parents with poor parenting skills, being used as political props at marches for things they don't understand and in many cases, things their little eyes don't need to see!  Children harmed by Momma's 'boyfriends'.  Children abused by those who love them.  Children never read to, never sang to, never rocked for hours or taught nursery rhymes.  Children dropped off at daycare at 5:30 am and not picked up again until 6:pm only to be rushed through a drive-thru and a bagged meal tossed at them for dinner, eaten in the car and then sat in front of a tv when they get home until bedtime.  Children not tucked in and given a kiss goodnight.  Children never taught there might be a higher power, a creator of this world.  Children not taught to sing the ABC's and taught to count to 10. Babies left to cry for hours in a bouncy seat in a room alone while the parents party.  Babies that never got to gaze into their father's eyes as they lay in his large hands, heads close.  Children who have never had a pony ride on Daddy's back or get to 'help' Daddy or Mommy make dinner.  Children who don't know the joy of a birthday cake.  Children that are taught by age 2 or 3 to 'fight' and swear and use language even adults shouldn't use because their parents think it funny.

And the list goes on.

So precious.  So innocent.
So trusting. So perfect.