A baby in a house is a wellspring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting-place for innocence on Earth, a link between angels and men.
The question mark and promise and wild possibility that exist in each newborn infant remind us of that which is godlike in us-godlike in reason, in apprehension, and in vision. There are magic and mystery in that frail bundle of flesh. He has genius in his tiny head. He can grow and he can learn. The beauty of the world is in his face; he sleeps with the innocence of snow; and his brave little flower of a fist will grow to hold the plow, drive the ships, heal the sick, sway the multitudes, and perhaps even point the way to a happy new world.
With the young mother busy elsewhere in the house, the father had undertaken the task of feeding little Becky in her highchair. The sloppy procedure went along about as expected, and after various starts, half-starts, and accidents, he finally called out to his wife, “Becky just finished the strained prunes, but I think she wants some more. Should I give her a second coat?”
A perfect example of minority rule is a baby in the house.
People who say they sleep like a baby undoubtedly don’t have one.
A child is not only a gift of God, it is also a work of God-God’s work for you. With God’s help, it is your responsibility to try to see that child through this world and into the next-to bring up that child in the ways of the Lord. When you’re taking care of that child, you’re molding a little life and helping God’s Kingdom to come on Earth as it is in Heaven.
What makes a mother wonderful?-That self-sacrificial spirit that causes her to sacrifice her own time and strength and sometimes even her health for the sake of her child. What makes a father wonderful?-That willingness to sacrifice himself to care for the mother and the child.