Glimmer #9: Baby Love

On this day after Thanksgiving, when the soup is finally finished and the leftovers have been organized, I have taken a well-earned day of rest. I spent a lot of the day knitting, napping, and catching up on the news.

I saw the emotional return of the Israeli and Thai hostages, free from fear and pain for the first time in many weeks. I was moved to tears at the images of the littlest children, being taken out of ambulances, surrounded by uniformed adults.

My heart broke for them. And I thought of all of the thousands of children in Gaza, terrified, injured, orphaned, buried under the rubble.

My whole adult life has been involved with the nurturing of children. I am acutely aware of the preciousness of their lives, the hope for the future that each of them brings, and the immense need for love that each of them shares.

And all of this has brought me to my glimmer for today.

It is the incredible, sappy, over-the-top love that my children have for their children.

I spend lots of time with my daughter and son-in-law and their three kids. They live a half mile away, and I have been lucky enough to have provided daycare and baby-watching services for the entire eight years of their parenthood.