. . continued … But you will always love them, be there for them – and love being a part of their lives no matter how big or small …. ? Always. Why? Because there is something more than “
small …. ?
Because there is something more than “physical creation”. We have our own children – physically created – and we have our own children – physically created by someone else: adopted “our own children”. And even though I know that physically that child was created by another two human beings – that isn’t the only thing that connects. Our child is our child. A child who sees us as their parents and grandparents. A child who knows only us as their parents and grandparents. A child who is loved no more and no less than any other child and grandchild. Flesh and blood is not only “flesh and blood”.
And it crosses my mind as I speak these words – this Virgin Birth of Christianity … isn’t that the same? No flesh and blood … the point being made that love is more than flesh and blood – more than tribe – more than country – more than time and place – more than “physical” …