I’m starting to get it. I am starting to understand why women say having a baby is the most wonderful time of their life. I am starting to get why people have so many children. I am starting to get it.
Guys, I thought I knew happiness before. I thought I knew joy. I thought I knew hard work and I thought I knew service (I’m learning how those four go hand-in-hand). I didn’t.
This morning I was sitting in the rocking chair with a smiley baby talking to him about his dads. There’s one here, his name is Ben and he is wonderful. He was my choice of a father for Linc and my choice in a companion and a best friend. There’s another one, a heavenly Dad, a Heavenly Father, and in our family we usually call him God. I was His choice as a mother for Linc and He is the source of all our joy. In the rocking chair this morning we talked quite a bit about the second (well, the First) Dad. We talked about His perfect love, His perfect understanding, and His perfect forgiveness. We talked about His son, the friend we both have in Jesus. We talked about Jesus’ life and His gift in death. We talked about where Linc came from before he joined our family, how dearly loved he is, and being together forever.
My little boy giggled (gurgled?) and smiled as if to say “of course Mom, I remember.”