On Monday mornings, I visit with an elderly woman who has dementia and bring her Holy Communion. Then we chat for a while if she is feeling up to it. I brought her the church bulletin today and we looked through it a little bit. There was an advertisement for a person to work in the nursery on Sunday mornings. That got the woman going. She talked about one of her first jobs as a nurse. Evidently, she worked at a place on a military base that would temporarily house families who were moving in. I didn’t really get the details, as that can be difficult, but I did a lot of listening. She said that she would care for the infants who weren’t always happy to be there. She said that no matter the age of the baby, they would always know when their mother was around and would quiet down. We talked about that special, loving bond that babies and their mothers experience. There is truly nothing like it. I always enjoy our chats – especially when she comes up with something that seems profound to me. Even though she struggles with her memory, there is still a lot of processing going on in her mind.

I Found God today reminded of the bond between babies and their mothers.