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Well, Lovey's birthday is officially past. She had such a great time it was an absolute blessing to watch her! I still can't believe the very tiny creation the Lord allowed me to birth into being last year is now walking and talking (in her own way of course) and venturing out to explore things from the basket of books in front of her to the rocks outside, to the very people she waves too and smiles at on her outings. She gets a real kick out of that too I must say. It's so beautiful and amazingly cute to watch her get all "googly eyed" and smiley at the smiles given back to her as she woo's other people with her giggles and shouts and smiles. My darling is growing, and I am embracing every moment of it, every word, every hug, every kiss-which I admit I am very persistent and excessive with...I probably annoy her at times but hey Im allowed to, I am a mom. In fact I am sure it was annoying just to hear that last statement :) . But seriously, there is something so therapeutic and calming, soothing if you will, in watching and simply observing your precious little child. No words. Just eyes, thoughts, quietness, as you watch and listen to her being introduced to the ways of the earth and all that is in it. Listening to and watching her boisterous response to the balloons that rustle as they float back and forth from her party....in her attempt to talk back and let me know what she thinks of them, those shiny, intriguing packages of air that crunch when squeezed lightly...wow, that must be fascinating in her mind. And watching her as she takes each brave step closer to her destination...mustering up strength and confidence with each step, accumulating more of each as she draws closer and closer to that prized finish line of the mound of toys awaiting her arrival..."Almost there. Almost...there! I did it! Mom did ya see that???" And just looking in her eyes and telling her how beautiful she is, and "I love you" drifts over and over like waves out of my mouth...with high tides of playful kisses and raspberries....that usually results in goofy giggles she can't hold back. Then I am the one cooing over it.
These are what are I mean by therapeutic. They offer more than any man-made, over-analyzed study of quanititative/qualitative research producing sterile solutions to a matter that exceeds human "cures" to any form of distress. And that's the beauty of it, there is no concrete step by step instruction booklet to be applied to the joys of watching your child grow, there is only you, your child, God, and each moment...each moment to take in and swallow, to digest and reflect on...to absorb like a sponge that doesn't dry out, because you are getting more and more of the wonderous experiences of growing and watching and growing and watching fed to you as times go. No scientific or psychological theory can be applied to that type of therapy. It is an intervention that comes all on its own, offers all on its own, relieves all on its own, heals all on its own...God-breathed.
