Once upon a time I was a stay at home mom with one, then two, then three and eventually four kiddos that followed me like ducklings just about everywhere I went. Those were some of the most challenging years of my life, for many reasons- but oh my gosh I adored being able to be home with my babies.
Here I am, 9 months pregnant with Amai (baby #1)
I had a girl first, and when we found out I was having a boy, I truly felt like a fish out of water. What in the world would I do with a boy? I only knew girl things.
Heading into the hospital to be induced for that sweet boy:
And then there he was in my arms. He locked eyes with me and it was like he was talking to me from that very moment on. Over the years he talked more at times, less at others- each stage of his life has been very distinct, with twists and turns and ups and downs allll along the way.
The biggest prayer I have for my children is that they have a growing relationship with Christ by the time they leave home. There were plenty of times with my oldest two where I truly wondered if they would ever truly pursue Him on their own. Life is challenging for teens these days- there are so many competing, LOUD voices and constant input that tells them other things are more fulfilling. Sometimes, I’ve felt like those voices had the W with my kids.
But they haven’t.
I have seen the goodness of God and am so thankful for all the ways these two have begun to pursue Him on their own. And I learned early on that even the kids that don’t force us to our knees actually need us to be there anyway. So I’ll keep on praying for my babies as they are now turning into adults and spreading their wings to fly. It’s never easy to see them go, but I am so excited and happy for them too.
And here’s Asher and his roomie- friends since kindergarten :)
