My dear son,
Today you are one year old. Words fail me when I try to say what your life has brought me. I thought I didn’t want more children. I thought I couldn’t handle it. I feared letting you, your sister, your daddy down. But God knew better, dear one. God knows better. He heard my cries; He dried my tears; He answered my prayers. Here you are. The answer to my prayers. And what an answer.
From the moment you entered this world, you were altering my understanding of what is. I marveled at how quickly you could eat, how big you were, how fast you grew. You were my champion sleeper, a laid-back little boy. Built like a tank. You still are. Except maybe the champion sleeper part. You are not your sister in every way. Girl – Boy. Small – Big. Marathon Feaster – Sprinting Eater. Easy teether – Yeah-Not-so-much. It’s a bit early to tell, but I think she is an extrovert, and you are an introvert. You even have different dominant hands!
It’s almost as if God was trying to teach me something.
Nothing happens the same way twice.
That is a lesson I desperately need. I am thankful for the journey I have been on – every difficult moment – because it has all made me the mama I am today – one that clings to Jesus. Every step of our lives matters. You can’t always see the purpose, but you must trust God to fulfill His promises.
So, my son, remember you are loved. You belong in this family. Your sister adores you. You mom and dad do, too. And you have so many aunts, uncles, cousins, and two sets of grandparents, too! You are loved. You are loved by a mighty God who does not abandon us in our darkness. He walks alongside us. He carries us. He is with us. Always.
My prayer for you is that you draw near to this God of the universe and know Him. As you grow and move into your future, figuring out who you are, be sure to choose to Whom you belong. He knit you together in my womb. He sees you right where you are. He has already used your life for so much good, and I am confident He will continue to do so.
Keep smiling. Keep laughing. When you’re bigger than she is, don’t hurt your sister for all the head hugs she’s given you. She means well. Be patient with us. We’re pretty new at this parenting thing. We’ll try to be patient with you. After all you’re pretty new at this life thing. One year. I can still remember holding you, brand new, and we shared a moment of relief. We were both so happy labor was over.
But the real work is still ahead, dear boy. Mama and Daddy are cheering for you. Every step of the way.
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