and then there were three…
Becoming a parent is nothing short of a little reminder that you know…well…
…pretty much nothing.
I went to school. College even. I graduated. I got a degree. That degree I have is supposed to mean I know something about how to raise kids.
A lot of the time I went around (before I had kids) knowing just what form of discipline and help every child needed.
Now, I just know that you have to love each child in whatever way that they need…and hopefully, I figure out that way before they leave for college.
The not knowing is part of the frustration, part of the journey, and part of the fun. It’s also what gives you compassion and mercy and empathy and patience. I needed all of those.
I still do.
When I look at this dear little family it really seems like they’ve got it all figured out…a lot sooner than I did.
I know every day isn’t a breeze but the day I was there I was moved by how calm Jessica stayed when her little missie cried and the way Josh was so willing to find a way to comfort and help when the sad wimpers started and her bottom lip started quivering.
Jessica couldn’t keep from gazing at her tiny little features and Josh was convinced he couldn’t give her enough tiny little kisses. Even when it was time for him to leave for work it was all he could do to tear himself away from the two people he loves more than any other on the planet. And one last kiss. And then another.
They are giving everything they have to this little baby…a gift and sacrifice of themselves that they are hoping will let their sweet girl know that they want her to feel loved.
And when she finds out that they really know nothing (because in 14 years it’s going to happen) what this grown up baby girl will know is that her parents’ caring knows no bounds and that the well of their love is deep enough that there is no place she can go that she won’t feel it…