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“Babies amaze me.” I said to God the other day.

“I gave you three of your own. Weren’t you amazed then?” He replied.

“Yeah, I guess so. I think so. The way I remember it now I was mostly worried … and tired.”

God doesn’t say anything. He’s good at being quiet.

“You’re right. I was amazed then. You have had a lot planned for me, but, motherhood, it was the highlight of my life. Seriously. I can’t think of anything else that means as much to me.”

“Your welcome.” He said.

“It’s still everything to me.” I tell him.

“I know, Janet.”

“ Did you know I was afraid when I had the mumps at 13 that I wouldn’t be able to have any?”

“Yeah,” said God, “it’s boys and testicles that mumps affect, but I made you stubborn and maybe a little bit crazy, so it’s okay that you got that mixed up, back when you were 13. Things always work out the way I intend. ”

“But I am a different kind of amazed now. I am ever more amazed” I tell God.

“How so?” He asked.

“It’s like they are bundles of promise, hovering between disaster and promise. One tip of the scales sends them in one or the other direction. It seems like a delicate, dangerous way to handle things.”