When I was pregnant for the second time I worried. I loved my little Meribeth so much, what if I didn’t love the second child the same? I had, like other times when I’ve been pregnant, strange and disturbing dreams. I wasn’t sure I could accomplish all that parenting two children would require. My husband, who’d been the soul of attention and pampering the first time I was pregnant, suddenly was too busy with the burdens of work, a new mortgage and credit card debts we’d gotten under since the first time we were in this situation. I felt it like never before- I was on my own. We’d recently moved to our small town and I knew no one in the area.
We took a birth class from a wonderful woman and teacher, Penny Simkin. (She literally wrote the book on Pregnancy, Childbirth and the Newborn- check it out! http://www.amazon.com/Pregnancy-Childbirth-Newborn-Complete-medically/dp/074321241X/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1457832709&sr=1-3&keywords=pregnancy+childbirth+and+the+newborn) Anyway, she asked me why I was taking her class a second time. My two babies were only 17 months apart and I already knew what she had to teach me about labor and delivery. I admitted I was feeling insecure and she listened to me so kindly. I told her about my fears on love.
That’s when she gave me a beautiful analogy. Love, she’d heard it said, was like holding a candle. The flame burns steady and when the time comes, you can lift a new candle to the first and light a second wick from the first fire. It didn’t matter how many candles you lit, that first flame always remained. Love can spread and a heart can hold as much love as necessary.
That mental image she gave me comforted me I could love any additional child I might have and lucky thing. Eventually I had six babies and I needed all the patience and affection I could find! But the theory about the candle held true. I loved and loved some more. God made the human heart elastic to hold an endless amount of love.