infant

It howled execration upon the dim camarine world of its nativity wail on wail while he lay there gibbering with palsied jawhasps, his hands putting back the night like some witless Paraclete beleaguered with all limbo's clamor.

Her body accepted my brutal seed and took it to swell within, just as the patient earth accepts a falling fruit into its tender soil to cradle and nourish it to grow. Came a time, just springtime last, our infant child pushed through the fragile barrier of her womb. Her legs branched out, just as the wood branches out from these eternal trees around us; but she was not hardy as they. My wife groaned with blood and ceased to breathe. Aye!, a scornful eve that bred the kind of pain only a god can withstand.

This is the wonder of Christmas, that in the solitary form of an impoverished infant God has handed me everything that I could never create so that I can be everything that I could never be.

We are all cynics now, I suppose, and even a mewling infant knows that to save a life is to make an eternal enemy.

The child's heart beat: but she was growing in the wrong place inside her extraordinary mother, south of safe...she and her mother were rushed to the hospital, where her mother was operated on by a brisk cheerful diminutive surgeon who told me after the surgery that my wife had been perhaps an hour from death from the pressure of the child growing outside the womb, the mother from the child growing, and the child from growing awry; and so my wife did not die, but our mysterious child did...Not uncommon, an ectopic pregnancy, said the surgeon...Sometimes, continued the surgeon, sometimes people who lose children before they are born continue to imagine the child who has died, and talk about her or him, it's such an utterly human thing to do, it helps deal with the pain, it's healthy within reason, and yes, people say to their other children that they actually do, in a sense, have a sister or brother, or did have a sister or brother, and she or he is elsewhere, has gone ahead, whatever the language of your belief or faith tradition. You could do that. People do that, yes. I have patients who do that, yes...One summer morning, as I wandered by a river, I remembered an Irish word I learned long ago, and now whenever I think of the daughter I have to wait to meet, I find that word in my mouth: dunnog, little dark one, the shyest and quietest and tiniest of sparrows, the one you never see but sometimes you sense, a flash in the corner of your eye, a sweet sharp note already fading by the time it catches your ear.

Facing a language you don't know is like returning to your infancy when your mother tongue used to be a foreign language to you

Do Not Dictate a Child through Someone, it Ruins the Child's Experience.

...as we are endowed. ...with rhetorics. ...none will deny. ...of innocence. ...towards scribbling. ...of love lines. ...and of lust. ...to what seems like male. ...to what seems like female. ...in those days. ...I mean nothing. ...but in high school.....even me. ...I can't deny.

Adoption is the most intentional process on Earth.

If Mom is convinced that ballet lessons are a must, she shouldtake them.Although it may look odd to see a thirty-year old woman hang- ing onto a bar and flinging a slightly plump leg in the air, the sight is not as pathetic as seeing her seven-year old daughter grimly going through such motions just to please her mother, when she would prefer to be at home designing new doll clothes.Although some parents are never quite ready to accept this fact, the child is not one of our possessions. We don__ own him; we never will. We gave birth to his body; he may share some of our physical characteristics; but he does not inherit our desires.He__ a different person, a separate entity, with his own likes and dislikes.It__ a grave mistake to try to override a child__ power of choice in what he wants to be and do. Some parents do this in an attempt to live their lives through the child.

There is no God for sure, else how could one justify terminal diseases in small kids?

I can only begin the process of saving myself when I surrender to the reality that I can__. And what greater place to surrender that reality than to an infant who surrendered Himself to me so that I might surrender myself to Him.

...And maybe one day you will wake up as an infant in a completely different universe, and your entire life thus far was just one big dream.

Millions of deaths would not have happened if it weren__ for the consumption of alcohol. The same can be said about millions of births.

Although every person makes mistakes, not every mistake makes a person.

If an infant had the capacity to think hard about this world, it would have wanted to go back to its mother's womb again

There__ an infant part in our souls which longs for the lullaby truths of life every night for a tranquil slumber.

Is my faith so terribly pathetic that I have diminished God to the point that I doubt His ability to survive in the very world that He came to save? Indeed, I have done exactly that. And all I need to do to beat that mentality is to remember that a baby born in a manger with every disadvantage imaginable stills lives today.