Tonight I was tucking Josie in upstairs (Sadie was still sleeping on the couch because of a tummy bug) and she suddenly said, "I wish that sometimes President Obama would think about what it would feel like if HE were a baby in his mommy's tummy and then someone tried to kill him. You know, Mommy, it makes me sad that these things happen. If I could, I would die instead of those babies. I would." My heart. MY HEART. How someone so young could cut through all the political rhetoric that is attached to this issue is simply astounding to me. As I snuggled her through my tears, I took her little hand in mine and looked at it. REALLY looked at it. Then I suddenly realized that I am NOT going to be a game-changer in the pro-life movement. What volunteering or work that I do now isn't going to be a big thing at all. My JOB, my WORK, my GREAT WORK that will change the world isn't MY work at all.
It's all about my children. Wow. What a concept. Thinking about things this way - looking at her, hearing her passion, seeing her little heart in her eyes and her concern and KNOWING the way she can be stubborn and strong-willed... SHE is the one that's going to change the world. SHE's the one.
My contribution is merely to be the world-changer's mother.
