For most of my life, even as young as about second grade, I envisioned my life with a big…bigger than normal…family of my own. My mother had four brothers and four sisters and my dad had two of each. I was the first of four. So, I was always accustomed to lots of kids and loved being around the little ones. Naturally, I always saw myself as a family man and had designs on having a large family of my own. But, of course, life takes different turns, doesn’t it? Not having gone to college right after high school, I felt like I missed out on finding a soul mate early. I have no regrets, of course, because the love I did find eventually was completely meant for me and a gift from God. But, we were both a little older by the time it was time to have kids. Anyway, that’s just some background. When we were finally pregnant, I was ecstatic! It was certainly a lifelong dream come true to have the anticipation of my very own flesh and blood reincarnated into my very own ‘mini-me’…I couldn’t wait! Here’s a poem I wrote for Noah, about a month before he was born:
Daddy’s waiting patiently
I can’t wait for you to see
All the things your mommy and me
Will show you when you come to be.
Things like hope and faith and love
All the blessings from above
So many friends you have to meet
Our love for you no one can beat.
Come on, my son, open your eyes
To a world of vast, amazing size
There’s so much to see and do
We can’t wait to share with you!
A few days later, he was here! After about 12 hours of labor, I got to witness one of the great miracles that God shares with us. For nine months, he was but a silent blob, poking around in there, peaceful as can be. When he finally came out, screaming immediately and moving around like crazy it was such a sight to behold. I couldn’t believe how much energy he had right from the start…we knew we were in for quite a life change.
I remember my father telling me the story of my birth. I was his first born and he too described the experience as a pure miracle. On his way home from the hospital, after my mom gave birth to me, he stopped at church and just sat and prayed and prayed in silence, in total and complete awe of what he had just witnessed. It truly is a miracle for parents to behold and treasure. I pray that every parent feels the presence of God and the absolute astonishment that goes along with witnessing a new life coming into the world.
Four years later, Noah is practically a young man. Isn’t that just an unbeatable smile? Adept at conversation, creative, musical and compassionate, he is in love with his baby brother Elliott. We are so blessed. They are the light of my life. Cherish every minute you have with your kids. That doesn’t mean that every moment is going to be wonderful, there are some frustrating, loud – how’d I get myself into this? – moments. But, whenever you can turn those hiccups into a smile or a hug or a victory of any kind, appreciate that there was a challenge presented to you that you could meet, and carry on with great hope for the next amazing moment. They are around each and every corner, waiting for your embrace!
Please post a comment about the first time you laid eyes on your precious child. Share the magic with us and let us know how it made you feel and how it changed your life.