Ten years ago, I became a parent, specifically a mother. I was 18 with nothing but hope and pride to provide for my young child, and yet, they let me leave the hospital with him! God handed me a miracle that day, and it's been such an adventure ever since.
When you have your first child, everyone is full of advice, and a new mother walks a fine line between listening and figuring things out for herself...blundering or struggling though it until a system is achieved. Everything was amazing every facial movement and detail caused awe, each cry...didn't create panic, but a sense of discovery.
Two months or so after Kainan was born, the events of September 11th rocked my parental world. That morning, I had put him on a blanket on the floor near the T.V. then turned it on. Just as the picture came into focus, the 2nd plane hit. I was struck at the irony of the images I was witnessing. There is my son, an innocent, and right behind him on the screen the result of pure evil. I couldn't help but wonder what on EARTH I had brought this poor baby into. The future seemed even MORE uncertain than usual...and it was the moment that I snapped out of my parental bliss and got to business always trying my best to provide the best I could for my family.
I now, 10 years later, have full conversations with my boy, who is capable of so many wondrous things. He's funny, smart and has the biggest of hearts! So, today, I no longer can use my usual term of endearment for my oldest boy...he's no longer a "wee one". He's a young man! It's been especially emotional for me to have a kid in the double digits and now I get why my mother cried at all those moments that as a kid I didn't understand. Now I do, it's your heart pouring over...
No comments:
Post a Comment