No matter how old your children get they are still your babies. You hurt when they hurt, and you want to make them feel better. Oh, if life was as easy as kissing their “booboos” like you could do when they were little. Today was especially one of those days. My daughter messaged my husband and I this morning saying that she was at the vet with one of her dogs. She said she was hysterical and couldn’t really talk because she didn’t think he was going to make it. He didn’t. Oh, how my mama heart hurts for her. She is an avid animal lover and loves all of her babies dearly. There are no words to tell her to make it better. She will get through it. She will reach the point that she can remember the joy and fun that she had with him. But there will always be a piece of her missing him. We lost our own precious baby three years ago, and there are moments that I feel that grief the same as the first day, which only emphasizes how much hurt I know that she has in this moment. We have opened our heart to another dog, despite saying that we did not want to. It took time. Luckily my daughter has three other babies to pour her heart in to to hopefully ease her loss just a little.
But as life happens, we still have to find the joy. Paul came home from his morning bus run to find that we have a new baby on the farm! We can choose to think what a crappy day to be born…or we can find the blessing. Perhaps it is God giving us some happiness in the midst of the pain. Thank you, God, for reminding me that you are always there for us through our trials, just as I hope my daughter knows that I am here for her. So, in the midst of it I want to leave you with the blessing and reminder to choose joy and find the good in your circumstances whatever they may be. In honor of her precious baby, meet Kylo our newest addition to the farm.
