Last week I was in a restaurant eating lunch. A family came and sat at the table beside me. I did noticed the cutest little baby girl in her infant seat with them while I was eating . This situation has happened SO many times through the years and I was very pleased to see this cooing infant. After I had finished eating, I was enjoying a hot cuppa tea. My attention went back to the cute baby. Her piercing blue eyes were fixed on me. I responded by saying "hello" in a baby voice to her. She laughed and cooed and we were instant friends. While our play session was going on, I was stunned by a pang in my heart. I just knew she was a May baby. I carefully asked her mother when she was born and the answer was May. I froze. I was having the chance to play with a May baby. I had two stillborn babies each one occurring in the month of May (1975 & 1982). What an unexpected pleasure this opportunity was for me to see how it would have been for me. Some mothers wouldn't have seen it as I did. They would have been upset. I guess years back I would have been sad too. Forty plus years out I saw it as a blessing.
Later that afternoon, I was grocery shopping when it dawned on me that my very own granddaughter was born in May. We have always been very close. I thought it was just because she was my first grandchild and that we always enjoy each other so much. I love all of my grandchildren with a very deep love, but deep inside of me could our special connection be because I view her as my May baby? Wouldn't I have loved her just the same? I like to think so. However, her May birthday allows me to see the milestones in her that my own children would have had at her age. I see that as just one more blessing God has given me.