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When I was pregnant with my third child, my first born,

Penny, was six years old. My little golden-haired

girl whose smile painted rainbows all over my heart.

This was a problem pregnancy that was supposed to be

spent in bed, but it was one "doctor's order" that I

could not comply with. I did, however, spend as much

time as possible "off my feet". Each evening after

dinner I would take to my bedroom, grab pillows for

placing under my feet and knees and do my best to

get comfortable. (Something that wasn't about to

happen for quite a few more months) During this

time Penny and her sister, Melody (age 5 years)

were free to join me. We would talk, read, tell

stories, sing, or play games. They loved to feel

the baby move, and one good kick through my tummy

always thrilled them to no end.

One such evening we settled into our "night camp",

as they had come to refer to this little ritual,

when Penny sat down beside me saying, "Mommy, lay

real still and open your mouth just as wide as

you can, okay?"

Surprised by her request, I was going to asked why

but, when I peered into her eyes I was intrigued by

the look on her face; she seemed filled with a sense

of wonder and excitement, so intense and loving it

nearly moved me to tears, but I was not prepared for

what followed. I could only lie on my side at this

stage in the game but, without questioning her I lay

straight, and still as I could. Feeling somewhat

foolish, hoping my husband would not choose this

time to come into the room, I then opened my

mouth. Penny looked me over and said, "No, Mommy,

that's not enough. You have to open it REAL wide."

More puzzled than ever I asked "Why?" She answered

by saying shyly, with stars in her eyes:

"Well, I heard you and Daddy talking the other night,

when you told Daddy the doctor said our baby might

not live, that he thought he was already dead. And

I've been thinking a lot about that, and talking to

God about it, and I want to talk to my baby brother.

Maybe if he knows how much we love him and want him,

and if he knows how much it makes you cry about him

going to heaven before he comes here, maybe he will

try harder to just come here. And even if he doesn't,

I just want to sing to him and tell him I love him

Mommy, and let him know how much we want him. You

said that he can hear us from in there, so please

open your mouth just as wide as you can."

I could not speak past the lump in my throat. I

hoped she could not see my tears. Penny lay on her

side next to me as I opened my mouth, stretching it

as wide as it would possibly go. I wept quietly and

unashamed as I listened to the loveliest song I have

ever heard, straight from the heart of a six year

old with a giant heart:

"Hi little baby brother,

This is your big sister, Penny,

I'm just laying here on the bed with Mommy,

Just waiting for you to get borned.

We really love you baby brother,

We don't want you to go to heaven yet,

We just want to hold you,

And sing to you and love you,

And I can't wait to play with you,

You have another big sister too,

Her name is Melody,

That's the loud mouth you keep hearing.

There's lots of games I want to teach you,

And I'll teach you how to grow up.

You can have everything I get for Christmas,

And my birthdays, too.

Please just come to us baby brother.

You've never seen the sun shine,

Or the pretty stars at night,

They're so beautiful.

Our Mommy is really beautiful,

She wants you so bad,

She cries when nobody's looking,

But we can hear her in the night,

Please don't make her cry baby brother,

Cause she's so pure and wonderful.

Sometimes she gets mad,

But she ain't ever mean,

She won't ever hit you like Donna hits,

Or kick you or yell at you either.

God loves you but we do too,

God wants you but we do too,

He's got lots of other baby brothers,

But we will only have you,

Who's gonna win, baby brother?"

(There was more but I was unable to remember

it all, I wrote down as much as I could)

When she finished her little song, she raised

her angelic head and asked breathlessly,

"Do you think he heard that, Mommy, or should

I sing some more?"

I kissed the top of her head, basking in the

lovelight in her eyes and answered, "You can

sing more if you want to, Penny, but I'm sure

he heard that and I think he's goin to listen."

Her face lit with a big smile as she cuddled

close to my bulging tummy and began telling him

one of her favorite stories. I knew this was a

"precious moment" I would never forget.

Starfire7s@aol.com

Smile......Jesus love you!

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