My own Baby Birds

Here is the fruit of my womb, my joy, my happiness, my frustration, my worries, my loves, my life forever.

Joshua, 4 years; Gavin 2 years; Caleb 7 years

A Face Only a Mother Could Love

See these baby birds? Aren't they the ugliest thing you ever saw, yet you feel protective of them? Brand new, helpless, and hungry as all get-out. This is how it is for human babies too. I remember my boys, each one as they hatched from my own womb. Warm, screaming, and ugly. Yup. Human babies first born are really not that pretty or graceful. Their beauty comes from the knowledge that their life, no matter how short or long is a blessing, a reminder of our own life, our own heart. Thank goodness they usually grow into cuteness after a few extra pounds.

Then they eat you out of house and home, leave you for parts unknown, find another woman to love, and hopefully they come back on holidays so we can relive their "baby bird" moments. Sigh. Thus is the life of a mother.