Family to Be

There's a commercial on the radio for Northwestern College distance ed. It's this guy who says something to this effect: "So you wanna go to college? I know what you're thinking. You can't go to college! Live in teh dorms! Eat six-day-old pizza from a box. Wear your hat backwards, upsideodwn and inside-out. but the desire is still there." I've been feeling like that tone of voice lately. "You can't be a mom. Raise a family. Walk around with a stroller and a baby on board sign. Wake up every three hours in the middle of the night."

BUt maybe there is a desire there still anyway. I've had time to get past a lot of the initial fears. And I don't doubt God's ability to make me into a parent. In fact, I definately have a head start over a lot of people because I had fantastic parents (and I've been exposed to hundreds of terrible parents at daycare). BUt there are little parts of me that still think this is the most ridiculuos thing that's ever happened, and I'm definately the last person who should be doing this. Really, the hardest part for me to deal with is the whole baby phase. I like toddler and preschool. I've had a lot of exposure to that age. Babies aren't as fun to me. BUt it's OK.

Anyway, I wrote all of that so I could share a poem that someone left in our church mailbox. It was left anonymously, but I inadvertadly found out who had put it there because the youth adults pastor had seen it and asked me if I was actually pregnant. But that's a side note. And I don't know whether or not this particular person wrote the poem or if he just found it somewhere. It's pithy. It's trite. It's sappy. But it's true, and it was special at the same time. (And we all know that I'm the least sappy person alive).

New Baby

The love between a man and wife

is a mystery so sweet

But it seems without a child to love

'tis somehow incomplete

So God looked down from heaven,

to choose whom he could trust

with His special little bundle

Created from the dust.

He knew He could trust you;

He chose you and you alone,

to raise this lovely baby

in your happy, loving home.

--Author Unknown