Friday, June 02, 2006


Mark and Taryn's twins are only a month old, and already I have a favorite. It's whichever one I find myself holding.

Wednesday night, I held Duncan. We stared at each other all during worship. I don't know what he was thinking during that time; I was marveling at how much he'd grown in the few days since I'd seen him last. He didn't smile at my expressions or respond to my questions. That will have to wait a bit. He just watched.

While Dave instructed everyone to turn to 2 Samuel 5, I sat rocking Duncan and feeling a little rebellious. I wasn't turning to 2 Samuel 5, but I was listening. After just a few minutes, Duncan made "I'm hungry" movements, so I took the bottle Taryn handed me and started feeding him. He eats like a champ--just the way Zac ate when he was new. Get down to it, do it like you mean it, don't dawdle. And then he spit up--just like Zac used to after every single feeding. I sat wiping and burping and feeding Duncan, and wishing I could turn the clock back and have my own baby again for five minutes.

With his tummy full, Duncan struggled to stay awake. How do month-old babies already know to fight sleep? More evidence of what a good teacher Dave is. Duncan didn't want to miss a word.

But he lost his battle. His eyelids succumbed to gravity, and I was abandoned. I looked at his almost-not-there eyebrows, his nearly invisible eyelashes, and the barely noticeable flaring of his tiny nostrils. I watched the ripple of miniature muscle along his forehead as he furrowed those little eyebrows. Was he dreaming of empty bottles? I placed my finger in his hand and both watched and felt the curl of his fingers as he responded.

It was that hand that captured my thoughts. I turned the palm up and traced each finger, pondering the fact that those hands have yet to test the waters. They haven't yet moved in response to a thought ... good or bad. He hasn't used them yet to pick flowers for his mother, or pet a dog, or clap with delight. Nor has he used them to pinch his sister, or pilfer one of her toys. Those hands are untested, but all the potential is there. As I sat tracing those little fingers and wondering what Duncan would choose to do with his hands as he grew, I prayed God would guide him.

And then I looked at my own hands, and wished again I could turn the clock back; wished for a chance to go back and pick more flowers, and steal less toys.

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6 Comment:

At 6/02/2006 1:13 PM, Blogger Ann V. had this to say ...

Everywhere I turn today, the message is the same: use the time wisely. Beacuse it is breathtakingly short.

Thank-you, Sharon. I heard Him in Your words.

Ann V. (HolyExperience)

At 6/02/2006 1:42 PM, Blogger Priscilla49 had this to say ...

Oh, that I too could have my babies back...just 5 minutes...I guess that's what the grandkids will be for someday. Right now, God get me through teenagers! Thanks, Shannon!

At 6/03/2006 10:01 AM, Blogger Macromoments had this to say ...

Hey there, Shannon...
What a heartfelt post. Nothing can compare with holding a little baby. I suspect that you'll be a top-notch Grandma someday! Just wait & see.

On a sidenote, this is a heads-up to anyone who would like to "count their blessings" and leave a note at my new Gratitude Journal. Check it out at Macromoments. The entry point is behind the little picture of 2 candles, there on the right. It's encouraging to hear how God is working in people's lives in big & small ways.

At 6/03/2006 11:22 AM, Anonymous Linda had this to say ...

I just received the sonogram of my tiny, 5" long grandchild ... the little one was waving - or praising God.

I rejoice with you!

At 6/04/2006 7:05 PM, Anonymous crickl's nest had this to say ...

Sweet!! I have a new nephew and they are members of our church, so I get to hold him a lot. I"m just enjoying him so much and one of my favorite things is letting him hold my finger and examining his tiny hands. LOVE that picture....amazing little things babies are....


At 6/08/2006 10:45 PM, Blogger ...jus me had this to say ...

There is nothing like a little baby...the perfect miracle, to bring yourthoughts to God. How could anyone look at this little wonder and not believe in The Maker's plan for each and every one of us?
Our church has wee ones popping out all over. It is a wonderful way to build a church.


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