Mindful of Miracles

Though this morning’s reading includes chapters in Genesis, a Psalm and Luke 19, I find it difficult to get past my own gratitude on this day, as I remember twelve years ago.  Part of what I’m meant to do this year, is to look for the miracles all around me; and twelve years ago, on this very day, a most marvelous miracle occurred.  Our beautiful baby boys were born.  Five weeks ahead of schedule, so their debut was quite unexpected so soon, yet arrive, they did.

Baby Adventurous

Baby Adventurous

The first miracle was that my water broke, despite the time being so early.  As it turned out, there was twin-to-twin transfusion, or as I explain to the boys – Cautious was hogging the goods, and Adventurous was going hungry.  Had I gone full-term, my beautiful, insightful, tender-hearted Adventurous, would not likely have lived.

Baby Cautious

Baby Cautious

Upon their blessed arrival, I barely caught a glimpse of either boy, as they were quickly whisked away to be assessed and cared for.  The second miracle, that despite the myriad of possible complications, each boy only needed oxygen and time to grow.  Wee little lads they were, as Adventurous was 3 lbs 15 oz, and Cautious was not quite as tiny at 5 lbs 5.5 oz.

Spending nearly five weeks in the hospital, turned out to be another miracle in and of itself, as the boys and I were able to room together in Pediatrics after week two.  I was given round-the-clock assistance and training as to how to care for and manage twins, and help in how to best mother my premature babies.

Boys get to go home

Most twins who are born prematurely and on oxygen, don’t go home at the same time.  My prayer from the get go, was that they would.  Yet another miracle, my tiny wonders were weaned from their oxygen within hours of one another!  And, believe it or not, my little firstborn, Adventurous, was the first one weaned.

Despite their small start, today, this delightful duo is anything but small.  Our magnificent miracles are now larger than me, and are projected to pass even their father (who is not a dainty man).  Happy Birthday Boys!  I am so very proud of the young men that you have become!

Miracles are found,Birthday Boys then and now

wherever you are;

just take in the view,

you’ll need not look far.

The eyes of a child,

the touch of a hand;

the warmth of a smile,

all God’s loving plan.

Give thanks to the Lord,

He who gives us all;

Miracle Maker,

He hears every call.

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You for the miracles all around us.  Thank You for the blessings that You provide us through family.  Thank You for allowing me to be the mother of our boys, and for trusting them in my care.  Thank You for the miracles that You continue to provide, as we live life.  Forgive us for our shortcomings in the roles that You have placed us in, and please show us how to live and love as You are calling us to do.  Help us to be ever aware of the miraculous around us, and may our gratitude be evident in all that we say and do.  May we love others as we are loved by You, and may many come to know You as their personal Savior, soon.  Thank You is not nearly enough for all of the ways that You love and bless us so well.  May we honor You in all.  Amen.

“We will celebrate your abundant goodness and joyfully sing of your righteousness.” – Psalm 145:7

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present.