Becoming a mother

  Back in the day, it took about three days to get the results of a pregnancy test. I don’t think they had the drug store kind available back then. I didn’t tell my husband that I had gone to the doctor because I wanted to surprise him. And so, for three days my brain was a daisy: am I? am I not? I reviewed the evidence but didn’t trust that I wasn’t imagining at least part of it.

  I was at work when the news came: “the test is positive.” I said, “so that means I am pregnant?” “Yes. is this good news?” Well, yes! I wasn’t then thinking about all the people who might not like to get that news – I was ecstatic! I called my husband and suggested that we go to dinner that evening just for a treat, and he agreed. I stopped at the Hallmark store on the way. When we went to the table, I asked him to take my winter coat and hang it up for me, and he left to do so. When he returned, there was a little statue on his plate that said, “Anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a daddy.”  He looked at it and asked, “is this supposed to mean something?”  🙂

 Life changed. It was such an incredible idea to realize that there was an eternal soul growing inside of my body. A person. What a miracle! What a responsibility! I began eating vegetables regularly as well as taking prenatal vitamins. For the rest of my life, my actions wouldn’t just affect me, but my child as well.

  When we brought that little light blue bundle home, we took a step that taught us more about true love than we could ever have imagined: both the joy and delight and the utter sacrifice and responsibility as well.

  And it was entirely worth it.

  more to come….