This was written by a Dad in Arkansas from the book, “This Little While”. It touched my heart with its truth.
Our baby was a gift to us and a great teacher.
We learned patience and compassion.
We were given a crash course in values –
things that once seemed so important
all at once became meaningless.
There was a new depth to our souls, our beings –
We would never be the same.
We had made decisions of monumental importance.
We had explained death to small children
with wide eyes and eager, pointed questions.
We ourselves had touched death –
death that came wrapped in a little blanket
with lambs and bunnies on it.
Death was not frightening,
it was soft and smelled of baby powder.
We discovered friends we never knew.
We discovered friends we thought were friends were not.
We learned we had to communicate with each other.
We learned we were very different
and exactly the same.
We learned how to let go and to go on.
All these things were taught to us by a teacher
who never spoke a word or taught a class
and who weighed exactly 7 pounds and 2 ounces