Not the ideal text-book mother-baby bonding experience, really. But one day, a little while after, despite all the kindly Aunties and Uncles in neonatal, all caring for him when I couldn't be there, he picked me to be the focus of his search for Mum. I can remember the moment - this little fuzzy-headed scrap of a human being turned to me in his incubator, looked deep and longingly into my eyes and held my finger as tight as could be, given the size of his hand. "You're my mum," the look said, "You aren't going to leave me here. I won't let you go."
There is in all of us, I believe, as well, a longing that the creator put there to help us find him again. We can substitute others and other things that comfort us, but nothing is the same. Nothing even comes close. Only God can fill that hole in our lives, try as we may to find substitutes. And the only way to be reunited, to be completed with his mother's love (and father's love) for us is through his son, Jesus, who laid his life down to bridge the gap between our longing and its fulfillment.