The Baby had been under the weather for what seemed like a long Buffalo winter. It was just a little upper respiratory bug; but it did not want to let go of her. And, she did not want to let go of me. I noticed that she was feeling better when I regained the use of my arms. I had been carrying her around for weeks as that is where she was most peaceful and quiet. It felt as if she might perch there forever. In a way, we do carry our babies forever. For instance, we hold them when they are grappling with the trials of third grade:
And, we give them a lift when middle school becomes overwhelming.
And, we still hoist them on our backs when the questions and concerns of high school swirl in their heads.
And, when they are adults, we carry them in our hearts and teach them how to be strong.