Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Three Weeks and Counting...

The day of our baby boy's arrival is looming in the very near any.day.now. of our future, and while one part of me is so thrilled to meet this new addition to our little family, I'm also a little anxious about having two little ones. Addison is my girl. The past two years we've been a sweet, little tag team.

I'm not so sure she's ready to share me, but more than that, I'm not sure I'm ready to share myself. And I wonder how I could have enough love to go around, but I know I will. I already love this baby in my belly. This boy who will not let me forget he's there. He's constantly on the move, working his way around his temporary home, disregarding any important organs or ribs that get in his way. He perks up at the sound of music and his big sister's voice among other things. We've already had quite a few talks and I think we're both looking forward to the big changes ahead.

I'm excited to see Addison assume her new role as big sister. I'm sure a lot of days, she'll want to be the mommy. And a lot of days, she'll just want to be mommy's baby again. No one can change that. No one can swoop in and fill this role, that only I can fill. I am her momma, and I always will be, but now there will be two.

It's intimidating to be the one responsible for developing the character of another. I hope and pray that with the help of the good Lord, my daughter will grow up to be a virtuous woman and that I can be that example for her. I have never had such an important job!

Our adventures as a tag team of two are coming to a close, but I look forward to adding a third stooge in our day to day adventures. These days are oh so precious to me. My heart still melts at every sweet word and smile. No matter how many times she says, "bless you momma!" when I sneeze, it will always be adorable. And at the end of every challenging day, I remember motherhood is my highest and most precious calling as I disciple and lead my own flesh and blood, my children, to know how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, that they may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. Eph. 3:17-18











1 comment:

  1. I understand. In the last days of my pregnancy with Bailey, I started to feel so sad for Rylan. In a way, I'm thankful that he'll never remember the time he was an only child. But I certainly savored those moments when it was just us...just as I do the moments when it is the three or four of us.

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