This passage has always been marked in my scriptures. What a beautiful analogy to our Savior. There is no way that he could ever forget us. He loves each of us. He has a literal reminder on his palms of that love. He knows our cries and seeks to comfort, to counsel, to inspire, and to sustain us.
It's had greater meaning to me as I have nursed my own babies. I can't imagine forgetting my own baby. I think/worry about them constantly. Simply the sound of my baby's cry will trigger a response in my body. When I am away from my baby too long, I can feel it. I am compelled to arise even in a groggy, exhausted state to feed and cradle the little one during all hours of the night. There is a deep motherly love that has bound me to each of my children. I recognize his cry; long for his coo; and continually pray for his health and safety. I want to protect, to comfort, to hold, and to give peace. It seems impossible that a mother could forget her baby, yet there is the phrase "they may forget." I had such a moment today. It was a simple lapse of memory that lasted only briefly. I gathered all my items out of the car today and went to walk into the house without my baby who slept in the car seat. It reminded me of this scripture. I guess I can forget my own child. It was Jon who came to help me unload the van who carried Jayson inside.
Time got away from me this earlier this week and I forgot that I needed to pick up Jessica from preschool. I was at BabiesRUs browsing. I was thankful that Jon answered my call and was able to pick her up. I rushed home and realized I only had a few minutes before I needed to take Jessica to her My Gym class. I knew there wasn't time to nurse the baby, so I grabbed his bottle. It rattles my nerves to have an infant screaming while I try to get Jessica out the door and loaded in the car. I felt terrible that he had to wait the 5 minutes drive before I could feed him. When I arrived at class, nobody seemed familiar. I racked my brain to remember which day it was (it was Thursday), what time her class started (12:45 p.m.). I felt so out of place and worried that I had shown up on the wrong day for the wrong class. I had to pull a teacher aside to find out if I was losing my mind. She assured me that I was at the right place.
James reminds me that I've forgotten him before. Sometimes the afternoon takes off before I realize I need to pick the boys up from school. I HATE getting that call from the school that my kid is the last one to be picked up.
Within the past two weeks I've also forgotten to pick up my friend's son too. I don't think that mothers of infants should be allowed to have any other responsibility beside feeding the baby and perhaps showering regularly.
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