There once was a woman who was a midwife. It could very well begin like this, a story in a book to reveal the wonders of life, the beauty of things beyond our grasp at times, and the proof of higher energies, God, love, faith. You can call it coincidences, but I beg to differ as my belief is that there are no such things.

Life has a purpose, we each have a part to play but what we should try to accept is that it might not be for us to see and understand, and whilst we might be affected, guided, or influenced by another, we may also be the influencer. Everything we do should be with the consciousness of “no coincidences”. There is a reason, even if it’s the subtlest of reasons; ripples widen exponentially, and so what begins as a tiny splash has the potential to become a wave!

The woman on one of many days at the hospital was tending to an infant before his release into his new world of family and life. The woman noticed something unsettling with the child, something about the way his eyes moved; something just wasn’t right! She rushed to the doctors to report her concerns, and tests suggested he had an aneurism of the brain.

The baby and family were airlifted to another hospital and the woman was left praying that he would make it, that his little life would cling to his frail body. Years went by, and she became involved in the social activities of postnatal care. On a crisp morning she was sent to meet with a family that required her services and as she walked through the door the mother looked at her with an odd expression. She asked if the woman had worked at a particular hospital, to which she said yes. As she stood trying to remember who this might be her gaze wandered into the living room and there in a chair was a little boy!

He was that infant and obviously, he had made it. He had suffered some lasting effects of his trauma, but here he was, about to celebrate his 5th birthday! The woman was invited to his birthday party where cupcakes were served along with all the other goodies. Her heart was filled with joy, satisfaction, and gratitude for being given the gift of knowing. It’s been 8 years since that Birthday Party.

This morning was a sunny warm spring one, and she walked slowly to the kitchen and opened the freezer to take out the frozen chicken breasts for dinner that night. Her hand brushed a Ziploc bag in the rear and she pulled it out. Her eyes were moist as she felt the warmth of life and love roll through her body. The cupcake she had taken home from his party was perfectly frozen, its blue icing locked in time.

We all have cupcakes, moments that matter for a lifetime. The aim is to hold on to them, remember the effect of that moment or the opportunity you were given to affect someone’s life, and if you aren’t aware of it just know, somewhere someone probably has a cupcake that belongs to you.

Peace.