Little Miracles
Bobbi L. Moore is a long-time resident of Sedona who is a certified NLP instructor and master practitioner, has an extensive background in family counseling, and uses massage therapy in conjunction with other modalities for helping individuals attain harmony and balance in their lives. “Little Miracles” was originally published in the Sedona Red Rock News. Re-published on www.SedonaInformation.com with the express permission of the author, Bobbi L. Moore.
I started to write these articles because I wanted to read and have others read something that was about the special everyday things in the world. When I heard her say that she liked the articles, it gave me a warm and lovely feeling all over that spurred a wonderful memory.
My children and I had just come back from a weekend at my sister’s home. I heard the girls screaming in their bedroom and I quickly ran in. They were pointing to my daughter’s dresser drawer where our cat Juniper had given birth to the largest litter of kittens I had ever seen.
Juniper had already delivered and cleaned almost seven kittens when we arrived. Needless to say, she was fading fast. I had the girls get me a warm cloth and I helped clean the last kitten and put her with the rest of the litter. We all petted and comforted Juniper. I left, only to be called for again. When I returned there was yet another kitten coming into this world.
If you’ve never seen a baby of any kind being born into the world, you’ve been missing a lot. As I watched that tired mother cat straining to give birth to her new kitten the miracle of it sent chills up my back, smiles into my heart, and a feeling of awe that I can’t quite describe. My daughters were speechless. They stood there with an expression of wonder in their faces, their eyes wide open and tears running down their cheeks.
I reached down and pulled gently on the next kitten with each contraction. Juniper was too tired to deliver this one, let alone clean it and move it. Slowly the kitten emerged into this new and very different world. As we cleaned it we all began to laugh at the same time. Juniper just laid there with a contented grin on her face.
All of us come into this world one way or another, some kicking, some with the help of others, some rushing forward head-first, and it’s always the same miracle, the miracle of the constant cycle of life.
Yasha, my old ballet teacher, used to say that watching the new things in life is what kept his aging body young. He loved to play with children and babies for hours. He’d get down on the ground and show them the mysteries of life around them - birth, life, death, and birth again.
There are so many types of births. The birth of a child, the birth of an idea, the seasons of Mother Earth rebirthing over and over, the birth of a planet, and the birth of that tired little kitten that filled me with miracles, mystery, and awe.