Heritage

I can’t describe the joy I feel when I see children or the inexplicable love I have for them. It is so intense and most times I don’t get it myself.

I see them and I just light, the smile comes out of nowhere and I do not just understand what kind of hold they have on me. I saw one this morning and even when the child looked all scrawny and sorts, I still had that smile on my face. Their presence beguiles me.

Do you get it, cos I don’t – their innocence just permeates my very existence; I may have the worse mood ever and it takes a child to cheer me up.

I can’t necessary say I love them but I can say I am obsessed by their existence, they are like a fantasy to me, something to be revered and respected. Admirable personalities that do not even understand the hold they can have on an individual.

Right from when they are babies, their toothless grins, their soft cheeks, even the wails that leave people running has me intrigued by them. I am so fascinated by these species.

No one can say it better than the psalmist when he said in Psalms 127:3

“Children are the heritage of the Lord and the fruit of the womb is the result”

I may not understand anything but I understand about the priceless existence of these saint-like creatures.

Wow! So Idoneous…

I find it hard to hurt this young ‘uns and even wonder why people would want to hurt them. Do they even understand about their existence, their composures – who they are and why they existence.

For me, I could love a man so much but it can never measure up to what I feel for a child. Do you feel me; I find so hard to tell a child something that is not true because if they are misled, you are doomed. You can’t tamper with them and expect that you would not be punished for this error of judgement.

Even if I do not have a child of my own, I would have a child of my own – I do not have to birth one to let one call me mother. I do not have to give one suck to make them understand that in my hands, they can find solace, I do not have to wait on one through the wee hours of the night before a child can understand the care, love and appreciate I have for them.

I appreciate them so much and my joy knows no bounds – I love them with perfect love and with all my heart, my mind, my existence and my being.

They are my examples of diamonds in the rough, rubies and sapphires, more priceless then the costliest of gem stones. I thank God for the gift of them and I remain eternally grateful.

 

 

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