Monday, May 10, 2010

Lucy

My granddaughter Lucy just celebrated her fourth birthday and I think four must be one of the best ages of all. She's old enough to be potty trained and to reason with, but young enough to enjoy sitting in her grandmother's lap to read a wonderful book, or play silly games and sing silly songs. Her laugh is infectious and she giggles easily. She's a real joy, my little Lucy, and I adore her.

When each one of my children was born I worried that I wouldn't love them as much as I did the others. I almost felt as though there was only so much of that kind of intense emotion a person could handle, and I might reach my limit. But I found that every single time, I was overwhelmed with how much room there was in my heart for the newest member of the family. And now I'm finding the same thing true with my grandchildren.

I have seven grandchildren and I expect I'll have more. Hopefully I'll never have a hard time remembering things like how old each one is or what month they were born. But regardless, I'm totally convinced of this: I'll never be short of love no matter how many I have. What an amazing capacity the human heart has.

1 comment:

Kathleen said...

When Tim was a little guy, he worried that I might not love him as much because he had all those girls to contend with.He was old enough to understand when I told him that God just builds on to the heart and fills it with more love, so that each person who comes along has lots of love of his own. It seemed to satisfy him...