Tonight I had the privilege of celebrating the coming of a new life. As the mother and father to be opened gifts, the giver of the gift would give a word of advice or a story of experience.
Don't feel bad to let the baby cry
Train the baby up in the ways of the Lord
Cherish the day to day
Take care of yourself so you can take care of the baby.
It was a beautiful night for celebrating a beautiful new family.
As I drove home, I thought about being a parent. If you know my story, you know that we worked and fought to bare our own children. For some reason, the Lord trusted two beautiful boys to us. Though they are years away from the baby stage, I let my mind drift back to the memories of them when they were born.
Both six weeks early
Both times I had to leave the hospital empty
Both spent time in the NICU
Both are now healthy...you'd never know they were preemies.
It was when our first was just over one. We were playing in the backyard when he got a curious look on his face.
He looked left.
He looked right.
Then he looked up.
A plane was flying overhead, leaving a streak across the sky. He raised his chubby little finger and began to grunt. He marveled at the plane flying overhead.
To me the sound of the plane engines were white noise. I'd seen and heard thousands of planes. It was mundane. In that moment I realized I get to rediscover the whole world through the eyes of my child, my children. What had grown to be mundane in my life suddenly because amazing and marvelous. That is one of the best gifts about raising a child.
It can turn the mundane to marvelous
