If you missed the story of Rainbow's parents, here is the link to that post.
Holding a newborn baby is a gift. I soaked it up yesterday. They are newborn for such a short time and yet so incredibly sweet. You can't spoil them when they are newborn. You just can't. They are so fresh and new and they have only basic needs. Those little smiles you get so early on when you talk to them is so special.
Gas pains some say, but I believe they are true acknowledgements of happiness from a tiny little gift. As I held this gift and talked to him I wondered if he realized how special he was.
Does he realize how cherished he is? Does he know how wanted he is? Does he know what a true treasure he is?
Rainbow's brother knows how special he is. During the pregnancy, random commentary came from time to time about how life will change after the baby arrives. Naturally, the parents made provisions and preparations to make sure Brother still knew he was the first. How loved and special he is. That there is love to share. Once Rainbow arrived, Brother learned that love grows exponentially.
The love was instant. It was strong. It was unwavering. For Brother, it instantly became a sacrificing love. Because of the age difference, there was no adjustment phase. It was just immediate care and concern for another human being that is his brother. Oh the fun these two will share. The legos they will build. The thought of a brother teaching a brother to walk. To talk, to sing, to dig in dirt, to climb a jungle gym. The built in protection big brother will provide selflessly. They have a lifetime to be best friends. Brothers.
As a mother of older children, I would like to remind moms of small children that the days are long but the years are short. You won't understand this until your children are teens or leaving home. I didn't. But now there are days that I cry for my oldest daughter. She is in college. It isn't the big things that you miss. It is the day to day. Your child being there on the couch to watch a tv show. Your child being there to throw their clothes on the floor or leave their toys out all over the bonus room. There was a time that I had toys strewn all over the house. Pieces of toys everywhere. Now, this Christmas, we will not purchase a single toy. We don't have a single toy in the house. Not one. Not one little lego sitting on a chest. Not one toy box with plastic action figures and barbies in it. Not one. There was a time I would have given anything for a clean house. My house is clean now. But I miss my children. Now granted, they aren't all gone, and I still have clothes on the floor but because my oldest is now out of the house, I appreciate clothes all over the place. It means my children are home. I shut the door to my daughter's room because it is so clean that it makes me sad. A clean room means my child isn't at home.
To mothers of small children, appreciate the toys all over the floor. For it means your children are home. The days are long when they are little, but the years are very very short. In a flash they will be gone. So hold your rainbow today. Just like real rainbows in the sky, our children are gone in a flash so look while they are there.
Have a great day! Thanks for reading my blog. And don't forget to grab a rainbow today.
Jennifer