A Message Sent in DNA
Soap and Baby Lotion are her fragrances. She clutches the blanket, whose color is of tenderness, and whose lace took days to make. Long chocolate ringlets cascade over my shoulder. Her forehead hides in the bend of my neck, and my hair covers hers, as I whisper to her softly, words of life.
Gently we rock in the coolness of the night.
How amazing it is to witness the next generation. How bless to have her heartbeat resting on my heart, as we wrap our arms around each other. This is my reward for not resigning from parenthood during those teen years.
I have heard it said, “Children have never been good at listening to their parents, but they have never failed to imitate them.” This can be for the good or for the shame of both parent and child.
The daughter, who had me pulling at the roots of my hair, and learning to dig deep in the Word for wisdom, has blossomed into the most amazing mother.
Once in a while, I will allow myself to smile, as I recognized my voice or actions in my daughter’s. Then, I know that I did the job well. Despite many boundaries pulverized, and restrictions that limited her movements, and mine as well, she learned the life lessons taught, and is now teaching them to the next generation.
Yes, teach a child in the way she should go and when she is old she will not depart from it. How many times did I quote that Bible verse, daring to believe that it would be true? (Proverbs 22:6)
And the tiny hand of the next generation is covered in kisses, as it curls around my finger.
Neil Postman once wrote, “Children are the living messages we send to the time we will not see.”
May my message to a time I will not see be:
To Find the Good,
Seek Pure Truth,
To Give Thanks in All Things, knowing that He who is with you from the beginning of time, will see you through to the end, and then bring you home, again.
What about you? What messages do you hope to send to a time you will never see?