by Rosa Lee

Created on: December 08, 2009

It’s an age-old story of unconditional love, told and re-told in many forms.  It’s a good story to hear and even better when it happens to you.  That’s the day you learn about love on a whole new level, giving you a tiny hold on the reality of what it is like to be loved by God …

I was at Aunt Dee’s country house to help cousin Bebee with the arrival of her new baby.  I was excited to be at her side as she brought a new little person into the world, but I was also feeling a sadness I refused to admit out loud.

I’d been told that women with poly cystic ovarian syndrome can sometimes still have children and I wanted a family so badly.  I yearned for it in a way that I didn’t know a person could want. But, after my miscarriage a few years earlier, I wasn’t feeling ready to try again.  I didn’t think I could handle the loss of another child.  And, with an unstable income and a rocky marriage, I wasn’t willing to risk success either.  So, I lived and loved vicariously through my cousin, being the best auntie to her children that I could be.  And now, there was another bundle of love and fun mere hours away …

Those hours stretched into days and still the baby didn’t arrive.  Restlessness settled in as we waited and passed the days with baking and chatter.  In my idle time, I discovered a litter of kittens that had been born inside the greenhouse tent on the back patio.  Their thin mewls shrilled persistently, tugging at my heart strings.  Who doesn’t love the bumbling fuzzy cuteness of kittens?  Curious, I slipped outside and had a peek.

I’d been told that the kittens were about 5 weeks old and should have been running about, learning to hunt and wrestle.  Peering around, I could not see them.  I followed their cries and discovered them all trapped in the make-shift birthing bed.  Their mother was a careless creature.  She obviously hadn’t been cleaning her babies because each kitten had a thick layer of crust over their eyes.  None of them had yet seen the world around them!

It was heart-breaking to watch them stumble about.  No wonder they were constantly mewling!  They were using the cries of the others as a directional guide.  Aunt Dee told me that the mother had habit of dropping litters and leaving the babies to die.  Although she hadn’t completely abandoned

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