God’s Greatest Gift

Being a mom is the greatest.  For me, it is the ultimate experience of being a woman.  It’s the fulfillment of what my body was designed for: to birth and care for a baby.  To raise this baby to become a child, a teenager, an adult.  I’ve heard moms thank God that their child chose them as their parents; that God blessed that mom and dad to care for that child, sent specially down from Heaven to that mom and that dad.  And I could not agree more.  Yes, my husband and I came together to create this beautiful baby boy.  But ultimately, it is God who created Walter.  It is God who formed him, who already knows Walter, knows his heart and knows the person he will grow up to be.

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;  your works are wonderful,  I know that full well.”  Psalm 139:13-14

Being Walter’s mom is humbling, exciting, scary, tender, wonderful, beautiful, emotional, exhausting, fantastic…amazing.  I’ve never been more hopeful…or more scared…in my entire life.  Hopeful because I see in Walter all the joy and innocence of a precious child who is getting ready to start on a great journey through life.  Every day brings a new discovery for him.  Every year will bring a new stage of development and a new experience.  All the memories that my husband and I have about our childhood are now just memories for us, but they will soon be new experiences for Walter – his first words, his first steps.  His first day of school and making new friends.  Trying out for the school play or a sports team.  Having his first crush on a girl, getting to drive for the first time.  His graduation day.  His wedding day.  His own day to see his first child born.  There is great hope in knowing all the wonderful things that Walter will get to experience. 

And in that knowledge is the terrifying realization that life is not a bowl of cherries.  That life does have it’s disappointments, it’s frustrations.  That this world is pretty darn scary, and that so many bad things can happen.  But life is about how you handle these moments – both good and bad – and how you allow God to work in your life so that when the bad stuff does happen, you are equipt to handle it.  And when the good stuff happens, you humbly recognize and praise God that it did.  And I praise God that Walter chose us to be his parents, that God blessed us with this sweet angel, and that we have the awesome task of raising him.  I have many wishes and hopes for my son; my prayer is that God gives my husband and I the strength, courage and wisdom to raise Walter to be a strong Christian man who respects everyone and enjoys life. 

Being a mom is wonderful.  Being a parent to Walter alongside my husband is God’s greatest gift.  And for this, I humbly praise Him for.

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