How happy can a baby make you?
VERY happy! And we’re not even her mother or sisters! We visited Baby Kate today, our newest extended family member. We just adore her!
This was Rebecca and Anna’s first time getting to meet their new (second) cousin, and they loved every minute. I just can hardly stand how delightful it is to smell, and feel, and hear all that a tiny baby is: the soft skin, the total relaxation of a sleeping baby, the facial grimaces and eyebrow knitting when they dream, the sleepy weight on your shoulder when you hold them to burp them, the little grunts and squeaks. It is pure enjoyment! It has been so long since we have had a baby around to enjoy!
Rebecca is going to make an adoring aunt and mother someday. She described holding her as “fulfilling, joyful, relaxing, peaceful, so loving!” Anna was a little nervous at first to hold her, because she was worried she was so fragile. She did just great! Kate slept and slept while Anna (and the rest of us) looked on and adored.
After just finishing reading and discussing our book about Winston Churchill as a family, reviewing again the horrors of World War II, I can’t help but think of Elder Neal A. Maxwell’s consideration of the importance of mothers and babies:
When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will still be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time. The women of God know this.
I also love this quote, from a conference address by President Spencer W. Kimball when he quoted F. M. Bareham:
A century ago men were following with bated breath the march of Napoleon and waiting with feverish impatience for news of the wars. And all the while in their homes babies were being born. But who could think about babies? Everybody was thinking about battles.
“In one year between Trafalgar and Waterloo there stole into the world a host of heroes: Gladstone was born in Liverpool; Tennyson at the Somersby Rectory, and Oliver Wendell Holmes in Massachusetts. Abraham Lincoln was born in Kentucky, and music was enriched by the advent of Felix Mendelssohn in Hamburg.”
And we might add, and Joseph Smith was born in Vermont, four years earlier.
Quoting Bareham further:
“But nobody thought of babies, everybody was thinking of battles. Yet which of the battles of 1809 mattered more than the babies of 1809? We fancy God can manage his world only with great battalions, when all the time he is doing it with beautiful babies.
“When a wrong wants righting, or a truth wants preaching, or a continent wants discovering, God sends a baby into the world to do it.”