Mountain born by Elizabeth Yates
"Sitting down in a low chair by the stove, she took the [baby ewe]lamb up in her arms and held it close to her, remembering how she had felt when [her son]Peter was born and she had held him in her arms for the first time. Once the boy had come safely into the world, she realized how her prayers for him had changed. It was not for life and a strong body to hold its treasures she prayed, for he had these; he was a sturdy, shapely baby from the first. It was that he might be caring and useful in this world. Such a short way could she go with him on that path that was his life; only a few years she would have his hand in hers. For a few more years he would walk beside her; then he would be a man going his way [without her], but if it were a way of kindness, the memory of that first day would always fill her with joy."
Don't you see that children are God's best gift?
the fruit of the womb his generous legacy?