Minden Press-Herald

Oct 01st

Thoughts of My Daughter

My youngest daughter was born on November the fourth of this past year. Her first birthday rolls around this Sunday, and I continue to marvel at not only how fast her first year has passed but also how much such a little creation could hold my heart.

Days gone by. One whole year. Yet this is the first time I've mentioned Amelia Grace Beavers. Her sister, my oldest and the most slyly humorous little kid I've ever met (I'd reckon there's no bias in that thought), turns seven in a few months, and she's had gobs of mentions in her daddy's writings. Hopefully, there won't be any sibling hostility over that fact in years to come.

I digress.

The point is I may not have written about her like I did her sister; however, Amelia has no less a piece of my heart than does her older counterpart. Before Lorelai was born, I never really believed the claims. I never really thought that I would love something as much as I could the child. It just didn't seem possible, the things that I heard, the stories of pure, overwhelming and overpowering love.

But I was wrong. Oh, how I was wrong.

You'd think I would have learned my lesson. Realized I was wrong once and thought that there's a chance I could be wrong again. Nope.

This time I thought there's no way I could ever love another child as much as I did Lorelai. There's no way that any other person could take this much of this mean, old heart.

But I was wrong. Oh, how I was wrong.

You see, what I know now, what other parents of multiple children tried to tell me, was that you don't love one child more than the other. There's no fighting for your heart, and there's no need to fret over will you love one as much as the other. Because God has an amazing trick, one in a never-ending list it seems. He just made more room.

So what happened on 11-4-11? Well, in Whoville they say - that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day. And then - the true meaning came through, and the Grinch found the strength of TEN Grinches, plus two!

Amelia's arrival figuratively increased the size of my heart. (Literally increasing the size would be a reason to go see Dr. Rozeman over at Minden Medical Center.) Before Amelia was born, I would tell my wife that I thought it would be strange to have another little person in the house, part of our world. Now I can't imagine, or even remember, what it was like before her arrival.

One little smile (she's free with them), one little laugh (pretty free with those as well) and even the toughest day is brightened. She's a walker now, a creeper if you'd like to say. Getting around all over the place. Chasing the dog. Chasing her sister. And chasing me. Arms outstretched, a smile on her face, asking me to pick her up in that little way that babies ask to be picked up.

And of course, I happily oblige.

Happy birthday Amelia. You may be getting the gifts this weekend, but your daddy's getting the best gift of all. Your laughs, your smiles.

Thank you to the Father for such wonderful gifts.

Josh Beavers is the publisher of the Minden Press-Herald. He is a two-time recipient of the Best Newspaper Column award given annually by the Louisiana Press Association.






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