Thursday, May 19, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
On a cold rainy day, while walking back home from a friend’s house,my son found a box lying along the side of our country road. Inside the box, he found 4 little kittens who were small enough for us to feed by hand- they were very young- approx. guess- a few days old as their eyes were still somewhat closed. Of course, I have been the one to feed them on their schedule as opposed to a son with a heart, who has no time to himself, but wastes a lot of it too, and also lacks in the patience of the time it takes. *Chuckle* Anyway, I was feeding them around the clock, my daughter helping from time to time and now they are old enough to actively be running around our house and easily getting under-foot.
However, these kittens have captured my heart. There is nothing more gratifying than their little tummies expanding, and them falling asleep in your hand. Yes, they have been small enough to fit in the palm of your hand! Anyway, while caring for these cute little creatures, I found some corelation between the adoptive factor and the birth mother... For the longest time, I was hurting, more than anyone knew, because of the way things had happened in my life when the legal kidnapping ring took over. I know, I’m not a bad person, but was lead to believe I was--- with what had happened in our lives, it was a freak of governmental rule and an ex-husband who milked it.... Anyway, back to the kittens and their impact on my life...
It took me a long time to accept that adoptive parents could love and nurture children who didn’t belong to them or come from their own flesh and blood- not like a parent who gave birth to them, as to me, that IS a special kind of love... But with taking care of these kittens, my eyes have been opened up. I’ve become their adoptive Mom and I love them like crazy... I can only imagine that their own birth mother must have missed them- I’d love to re-unite them, but am un-sure of which cat in our neck of the woods is their birth mother. Anyhow- I can understand now, that there are childless couples out there who can fill the shoes and play the role of parenting, along with being good at it. It’s amazing how God’s littlest creatures can teach some valuable lessons.
By the way, the picture above is of, “Wookie,” my daughter’s favorite kitten being fed from a syringe. Cute, isn’t he? The kittens are now close, I would say, to being five weeks old.