“There are many going afar to marvel at the heights of mountains,
the mighty waves of the sea, the long courses of great rivers,
the vastness of the ocean, the movements of the stars, yet they leave themselves unnoticed!”
(The Mayor has discovered she can drive her limousine up under the kitchen table in order
to investigate what makes the table tick / Julie Cook / 2018)
I’ve been marveling recently.
Marveling at the development of a wee small person.
No surprise there I would imagine.
Yet this marveling of mine, however, goes beyond the mere grandmotherly marveling over the
leaps and strides made by a baby who appears to miraculously change and grow,
if not day by day, but more like minute by millisecond…
As each new moment brings a brand new advancement.
to utter sounds,
to express likes and dislikes…
to demonstrate joy and anguish,
to recognize pain and self-satisfaction.
The discoveries made of both self and surroundings are each incredible to behold.
Quite amazing really.
I think back to the time when I was once a new parent myself.
I was so caught up in what that responsibility entailed…
coupled with my working outside of the home while just trying to get us all from one day
to the next, in one safe piece…
so much so that all of that overrode my ability to actually marvel.
Of course, there were glimpses and revelations that would leave me without words but life
would demand its way…leaving me running at such a frenetic pace that basking in the
minute by minute miracles was only afforded in increments of breaths.
Life called for a family to step up to the plate and I had to answer…
no luxury found for stopping to marvel…albeit fleetingly.
It is only now in my older age…an age that gives way to both collected knowledge and wisdom,
that I can thankfully step back from the moment while blessedly stopping to take it all in.
And I am left speechless.
What we take for granted, or rather what we merely assume as we are just too busy to
acknowledge anything else, is truly nothing less than spectacular.
And so no, I am not the first nor will I be the last grandparent to marvel over a grandchild…
And yes, there have been countless numbers of psychologists, anthropologists, sociologists,
doctors, and psychiatrists over the past millennium who have all closely
studied child development…
So this marveling of mine, as it were, is really nothing new nor even very special…
This marveling, this wonderment, of which I speak is not found in the science of
It is not found in the measurements of statistics or in averages…
It is not found in numbers or sequential advancements…
But rather it is found in that which makes no sense…
found in that which is beyond comprehension.
Because what I am currently witnessing taking place, day by day, breath by breath,
within one small person, over the course of these past nine months, is nothing less than
So I suppose we could say that her first nine months were hidden from view…
yet were no less amazing.
The fact is that I have been given the opportunity of actually viewing the past nine months
a bit more up close and personal as those first nine months were watched not only by doctors
but moment by moment by the One who breathes life into all that is…
I suppose we could say she has actually lived both seen and unseen now for 18 months…
all of which have been cemented in my heart.
And so as the calendar prepares to give way to a new season, we find ourselves standing
before the door of the impending season of Advent.
A season that brings humankind together–
offering the heightened sense of anticipation as we prepare to both watch and wait…
Is it, therefore, a coincidence that as I watch and marvel over one growing baby,
God so chose the same miraculous gift of a baby?
A gift that has been freely given to anyone who is willing to receive it?
A baby who grew both seen and unseen…
A baby who was formed in the miraculous…
A baby whose family marveled, just as I marvel, over his milestones.
Explanations will always fall away when given the gift of the miraculous…
And Mary said,
“Behold, the bondslave of the Lord; may it be done to me according to your word.”
And the angel departed from her.
I so love these words. As grandmothers we’re given a second chance to witness these things- things that were consumed by the busyness of every day. As moms we don’t always have those moments. Your sweet little Autumn is so blessed to have you.
Thanks Kathy— I think I’m the lucky one 🙂
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She is a good baby— I fear a bit hyper but very good and very good natured
Such treasures as these and more, seeing with new eyes, beholding with an ever-changing perspective, and yet limited in our ability to accurately describe the miraculous all around us and right before us. Amazing Grace it truly is- Thank you, Cookie, for allowing me/us to take a share in your marveling
Thank you for allowing me to poetically wax on ☺️
You’ve been chosen, not merely being allowed, and for that I’m grateful, to be a witness
I am deeply humbled by your kind words my friend— blessings to you and your family this holiday season of gratitude
Picture perfect. Word perfect. Creation perfect.
Hope you are having a blessed Thanksgiving Eve
thank you, Jim, I just read your sweet post—thank you for demonstrating what it is to be a real man who honors God in all he does!