There is one portion of the book I read today that made me think about my sweet children. The background to this quote is that her 5 year old son, 1 year old daughter, and teenage brother are in jail because she ran away and hid in order for her master to sell her kids to a slavetrader she had previously set up to buy them. Her master had a definate obsession with her, and she felt the only way to get her children out of slavery was for her to run away, therefore infuriating her master into selling her children. The father to the children was a free man, and the slavetrader had arrangements to buy their two children and then sell them to the free father.
The 19 year old slave woman is hiding in a kind white woman's attic and gets reports from the cook every day. When she learns her master has put both her children in jail in order to bait her to come back, she struggles with the cook to go to the jail and save her babies. Betty the cook, who never had children, tells her to stay put and it will all work out. These are the author's thoughts from page 156:
Kenna has the sweetest habit of putting her arms tight around my neck whenever I hold her in front of a mirror. Its as if she likes to see the two of us so tightly together. It makes her smile, me smile, and it makes my heart melt.
I love looking into Kelsey's deep brown eyes and see so much love and compassion and goodness.
I love looking into Kendal's beautiful blue eyes and seeing the mischief and fun that fills her eyes and the love she has for life.
Even though Emmitt is 4 years old, he still loves to be held like a little tiny boy, tight to my chest, and snuggle without trying to get away.
They are all precious to me, and I can not imagine life without one of them. There are all kinds of love, but the love of a mother goes so deep. It is not easy for me to express, but I feel it most ardently and deeply. I wish I could put my feelings into words, but I am not capable.
So, I just hold them a little closer and a little longer, and thank Heaven they are mine. I am grateful they are mine, and will not be taken away from me like the children of so many mothers in the ugly past of slavery.