The woman’s thought seems to have been, “It would have been better had I remained as I was, with no voice of love in my home, my heart unfilled with affection, than that I should know and experience the gladness of motherhood for this brief time, and then be robbed of the joy.” No doubt similar thoughts ofttimes come to those who are bereft of friends. In their deep grief, it seems to them that it would have been better if they had never had their friends at all–than to have had them a little while, to have learned to love them so, and to find such blessing in them–and then to lose them!
But Tennyson’s word is far more true:
‘Tis better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all.
Loving itself blesses us. It opens our heart and enriches our life. It teaches us the true meaning of life; for to live truly–is to love.
The taking away of our dear one–does not rob us of the blessings which loving has wrought in us. These we keep forever, though the friend is with us no more. Even if this child had not been restored to the mother in this world, she would still have kept forever the impressions and the influences which the child in its brief, beautiful years had left upon her life.