Reflection On Infants

Infants
I am the youngest of four children. My sister had her first son and we went down to visit after she had the baby. I marveled at his perfect little face, his tiny little hands and his bold cry. Mom and I were sitting together and just watching him. The conversation went something like this.

“See his little lips moving and his face scrunching?” said Mom.

“Yes.”

Then she said something that has stuck with me all these years. “I believe there is a reason babies can’t talk when they are born. I think they can still see visiting angels and spirits comforting them in their new home. Maybe your Granddad is telling him stories.”

After my mother passed away and my nephew has his little girl I was holding her. I couldn’t help but wonder if

I respect that. I have a firm belief that my family will be waiting for me when the part of my body that makes me warm and keeps me alive is going to be with my Mom, my Granddad and others. God, prayer, birth and death are all summed up and what is left? Life.

Let’s talk about life. Some people believe that we chose our families in some preexistence. That does not work for me personally. I think when there is an opportunity for a spirit to come to earth, it’s the next one up. The spirit adapts and grows into infancy. So what about those that are not born? I am not certain, and it is not my worry. Someday I will see the whole picture and it will be clear. In the meantime, I can wonder, if I can do it with judgement. It seems wrong to judge what can not be proven. This all reminds me of one of my favorite songs.

Paul McCartney wrote the song “Let it Be”. Many people believed it to be a religious song, but the Mother Mary that he was talking about in the song was his own mother, named Mary, who passed away when he was only 14. To me it makes the song even more sweet and memorable. I don’t typically correct anyone when they talk about the song and give credit to Mary, who is considered as the mother Jesus. I smile and think most mothers whisper wisdom at one time or another, I often have to remind myself to let it be. If their beliefs harm no one, let it

He is busy welcoming spirits home and helping them evaluate and prepare for whatever is coming next. I have no real clue what that is. However, I do believe there will be more lessons to learn, experiences to have and leaving the body behind sure does eliminate a lot of physical pain. Maybe we should learn how to celebrate that as well.

I miss my Mom terribly, and yet I am so grateful she is not here suffering, the horrible way she endured. For at least six years she had no real quality of life. Her body was simply a torture chamber and her dementia couldn’t make sense of the problems. I am glad she is not suffering and it would be selfish of me to wish anyone have to stay like that because I wasn’t loving enough to allow them to die. I hope I am always strong enough to let them go with ease.