by Stacey Lange
Mother to Griffen Douglas (SB 5-27-96)
There were children laughing and playing,
Babies nestled in their mother's arms,
Casual conversations were had just to pass the time away,
One in particular stands out in my mind...
"How old is your son?" I asked referring to the baby she was cradling
"He's three months old."
"Thank you. Do you have any children?"
"Yes", I replied, "a son, Griffen."
"Is he here?"
"No, someone is taking care of him."
"Oh, that's too bad, I would have loved to have met him."
She continued, "I just can't imagine letting someone else take care of my
little boy, I just don't know how you are able to do it."
"Oh, you adjust with time. It really is tough saying good-bye though. Oh,
and missing out on those special moments, like the first smile - I missed
"You must have a fabulous person taking care of him."
"The best. He really is the best."
"How did you find him?"
"Oh he has always been around, I just never realized how much he loved for
children until he starting caring for my son."
Suddenly the baby in her arms cried, she gently cooed in his ear and he cries
"Your son is still a baby, I didn't realize that. How old is he?"
"He would be the same age of your son, three months the day after tomorrow."
"Would be? I'm not sure I understand."
"Yes, would be. My son died just before he was born."
"But I thought you said someone was caring for him?"
"Someone is, God."
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