I remember when I had just found out that we were expecting Rebecca. We went to JC Penney to look at maternity clothes. I was only about 6 weeks along so it was just insane excitement that sent me to that department. I did end buying something because I just couldn't resist the clothes that would show off my growing belly. I remember vividly that the lady who helped us said as we left, "your life will never be the same again." We laughed after we left because she said it like it was a bad thing. And of course, as a young married couple with no experience in parenting, we gasped at the thought of allowing children to dictate how we lived our lives. We would be the same... just add a new member to the household...
Fast forward 11 years... I was driving to the nursing support group that I attend and literally laughed out loud in the car as that long ago shopping trip came to my mind. Wow, to say that our lives haven't been the same is quite the understatement. I struggle to recall a life pre-children. Was there ever a time that it was just Charles & Irene? I know it is true because of the dates between our wedding day and the birth of Rebecca but it seems like a lost, distant memory. It is so funny how our lives are completely dictated by children. Not in a sense that they tell us how things will be run but how their activities rule my calendar. My close friends now are people who have children around the same ages as my children. My afternoons are now spent at soccer fields with other moms in this same season of life.
Now add the newest piece of the family, sweet baby Samuel and I have now conceded that life as we knew it has changed once again. Adding a baby to my home of 2 older kids was a more difficult transition than I had anticipated; but we are now wondering what we ever did before him and know that we wouldn't want to live without him.
Charles & I always laugh at how the smallest people in the house are the most demanding and who think that they get to rule the home.
I wonder if that is how God sees us. Compared to His power, wisdom and strength, we are much like the infant who is sleeping soundly in my home. He cannot get from one place to another without my help but he will scream with all of his might if he doesn't get what he wants, when he wants it. I find myself saying, "Baby, I know what you need. Just give me a minute and I will have it for you." Maybe I need to hear that word from God. "Daughter, I know your needs and I will take care of you. Just wait on my perfect timing."