Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory
Do we come from God
Who is our home.
JRC's arrival heralds a new era for Alex and me. After probably the most turbulent year of my life (miscarriage, deaths of my father and sister, hyperemesis gravidarum, DVT complications and time consuming service commitments and work projects) I feel like my soul has finally found some peace in the little guy I hold and care for every day for hours. Although many moments are far from "peaceful" with all the crying, diaper blowouts and sleep deprivation, I feel an overall calmness. I get to hold a small piece of heaven in my arms and he's teaching me more and more about myself each day.
Like most first time parents, I feel the weight and gravitas that is the responsibility of bringing up a little human being, teaching him right from wrong and how to be a good, kind person. What I didn't expect was how much I have to learn from him and how he has led me to the sense of peace I've been longing to have for some time now. He truly is heaven sent after all we've been through; here to heal our souls and bring peace to an otherwise chaotic existence.
"...Becometh as a child, submissive, meek, humble, patient, full of love, willing to submit to all things which the Lord seeth fit to inflict upon him, even as a child doth submit to his father."
Father & Son
Mother & Son
"Next time you cradle a newborn child in your arms, you can have an inner vision of the mysteries and purposes of life. You will better understand why the family is the basic organization in time and in eternity."
Boyd K. Packer