Editorial August 4, 1997 Issue

Praying for—and with—your child

Mary Metzner Trammell

Recently , I spent my vacation with a special new friend. Actually, I'd never met him before face to face. But he'd been in my thoughts and prayers for months. When we did finally meet, it was love at first sight on my part. He seemed to like me pretty well, too. And somehow he seemed to understand—even though he was just one week old at the time—that I'm his grandma.

Over the next nine days, I had a wonderful time with this little boy and his parents. I tried to help them in various ways—going to the grocery store, cooking, helping with the laundry. But what I loved best was the moments when my new grandson and I snuggled up together in the rocking chair.

Often these rocking-chair sessions came in the middle of the night while his mom and dad were catching some sleep—and my new friend felt like staying awake. For hours sometimes, he and I would "talk" together. He'd coo and sigh—and once in a while fuss a little. I'd tell him that everything was OK. That his mom and dad were just around the corner. And that we all love him very much.

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