According to the laws of time, a mother who sends her child off to school can never receive back that very little one. A father who bids farewell to his brood for some space, not only forfeits the time betwixt them, but even the past, which becomes what he had and not what he has. Memory makes some consolation, but one which can only be called bitter sweet, however full of hope or thanksgiving.
The law of time makes no exceptions. Thus some of the jealousy of this life.
But perhaps the law of Love? In Love, we may again receive the child, perhaps not in age, but in spirit. For is not the Son ever new to the Father in their eternity. The child received back in Love will be more than the child sent away by the hand of necessity, that beloved little one, clung to by bonds of ‘mine’. Such a child will be declared with humility, ‘Yours, O Lord,’ and in a new unforeseen degree grace, ‘ours’.