19 years ago today, I gave birth to our first born.
Oh, how I remember the excitement and impatience. We so longed to meet our baby boy and welcome him into our family.
Those early days were filled with diapers, feedings, and exhaustion but also such sweetness and pure awe over having been a part of creating new life.
And then time began to race. First days of Pre-K, then those elementary years, followed by middle school and the final years of high school. It seemed one year just morphed into the next until he donned that graduation cap just a few weeks ago.
As I sit in the quiet this morning, I can hardly believe that it has been that long. Where did the moments go? Have I enjoyed them enough? Will he remember that the good always outweighs the bad?
I often tease him that he was the first born and thus the guinea pig for our parenting skills. We had NO idea what we were doing and he bore the brunt of those parenting mistakes.
Truth be told, we still have no idea what we are doing some days, despite adding three more kids to our mix. I think we have just gotten a little better at winging it!
I also think we realize how quickly time goes and rigidity is not the way to celebrate the days but more creativity and more willingness to enjoy the mess. Saying yes more often than saying no. More love and laughter. Those are things we need more of as the days race by.
God blessed us with each of our children who are each unique in their own right.
But today, I am so thankful for that first-born. He is a blessing and taught me so much about love and grace.
I’m thankful that he gave me the gift of being a mother.