I’ve always believed that babies have the power to heal families. My mom is living proof, since her own birth healed a rift between her daddy and his father-in-law on the day she was born in 1932. Her grandfather came to see his new granddaughter, and that was the first time her mother had seen her father in a year.
My second daughter, T, called me this morning as I was getting ready for work. I was surprised and a bit alarmed to see her name on the caller ID. She usually calls to chat during her evening commutes home from work, so my Mom Sense immediately kicked in.