by Patricia Feager, 12/4/2017
DALLAS FORT WORTH - REAL ESTATE AGENT WITH DFW FINE PROPERTIES
The most memorable Christmas holiday for me was in December, 1973. Due to pregnancy complications, my daughter and I weren’t released from the hospital until 10 days later, on the 24th day of December. I was thankful for my neighbor who gave us his car to drive to the hospital in time for her to be born and for letting us have his car to come home from the hospital. Winter and cars in Chicago can be unpredictable, just like the birth of a baby. A miracle is the gift of life. No one gets through life without the services rendered to others without wanting anything in return. Receiving a car at a time in need was a way of expressing "loving your neighbor as yourself." It was during this season that the true meaning of Christmas became apparent.
I became aware of how many sacrifices are made every time a child is born and just how precious life is. It was the first time in my life, I witnessed the many sacrifices nurses make to help us with our everyday challenges. Those days spent in the hospital showed me each day nurses devoted their lives to miracles. With their loving arms, knowledge, and patience, nurses give with unselfish love. Nurses are angels on earth. They are always working, dedicating their lives so that babies are born and people can live. Every time a snowflake falls, I am reminded, somewhere in this world, a child is born. A miracle is a universal blessing received through the process of giving and receiving.
Because of the care I was given during a very scary time in my life, I still give thanks for that silent night, that holy night my baby was born. Lamaze lessons weren’t something offered to me at that time. It was nurses who held my hand, told me when to push, and placed my loving baby in my arms. From them, I learned how to give milk, change a diaper, and bathe a baby. But it was through the love of God and those nurses whom I am most thankful, I learned, the miracle of birth, life, love, and compassion is worth all the sacrifices made and shared on earth. Christmas is a time to remember the miracle of birth and the countless examples of doing the right thing, at the right time, for all the right reasons so that others may live and learn by the Golden Rule.
P.S. My baby is all grown up and she still loves to play with Reindeers.