There are certain moments that are always etched in your memory… moments of such joy that your heart still stumbles a bit in an effort to contain it. Moments of pain or hurt that can still send a twinge through you as though it was yesterday.
I’m chatting about one of those moments today on Held, as the second part of the God’s Girls series:
I was standing in the church nursery, someone else’s toddler on my hip.
I stood a moment, scanning the rest of the children in the room, making mental notes about what mothers had said about sippy cups and rice cookies and naps and runny noses. It was then I realized I was the only adult in the room. A moment later I saw, through the window that connected the infant and toddler nurseries, that all the other women – the mothers – had congregated in the infant room, chatting and laughing.
It was too much…
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