January 4, 2013
good to be a brother
To think that I was afraid now makes me laugh.
That a little over six months ago I was so unsure and fearful of how another child would change our family. Really, it is near hilarious.
There is a reason the Lord tells us not to fear.
Six months into this mom-of-two gig, and I am grateful that God knows what is best for our family far better than I do. Adding to our family has been oh so good. I can't think of a previous six months that has brought me more joy.
I know it is good when Jude wakes up and asks about Isaac (Eye-see) first thing in the morning.
I know it is good when Isaac is more smothered by hugs and kisses than anyone in our family, since he is doted on by all three of us.
I know it is good when a little Mr.Mom constantly replaces pacis, wipes Isaac's face with a burp cloth, and grabs a spoonful of baby food and (almost) feeds his little brother dinner.
I know it is good when I see the two of them laugh hysterically at one another for reasons only a brother could understand.
I know it is good when they snuggle on the floor together and I see the absolute glee in Isaac's face as Jude (gently) wrestles him and gives him paci kisses.
I know it is good when I already see opportunity to teach Jude about sharing, gentleness, apologizing, and forgiveness.
I know it is good when life before kids is fading from memory and I'm at peace with that.
I could not have planned this life.
Six months in, I see so much goodness. So much faithfulness. Loads and loads of grace. And a sweet little boy only God knew we needed.
Can I just say that I must be one blessed lady to have the opportunity to raise brothers.