could anything warm the heart more gently than passing an hour beside three-month-old Morgan and her mother Jane? Morgan spends the first fifteen minutes scanning the scene from her carrier. Then when she whimpers, Jane whispers "Sh," and rocks her into peaceful sleep.
In her pre-natal classes Jane listened patiently to the mothers who worried in advance about getting out of the house, pre-planning the days of dropping the baby at Grandma's. She, in contrast, was thinking of taking her baby to the playground or the zoo.
Today Morgan catches forty winks in church. So far she is everything her mother had wanted her to be, the fulfilment of that age-old dream, the dream of being a parent.
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