My first born is 3. Three years old, not 3 months. He is about to begin preschool, something I have been praying about for the last week. I sent a message to my mother last week telling her how challenging motherhood is. I can take care of him all day long, but the thought of him being out in the world scares me. I thought I understood how this motherhood thing went until preschool began approaching. WOW. I now know that this is where faith comes in. Praying that my Lord watches over him and protects him a little bit more when he's away from his mother. You know, maybe an extra eye ball or two keeping a watchful eye and making sure he says his yes mam's and no mam's and of course remembering to say thank you. And to think of someone being mean to him...or making fun of him...
Dear Lord, please protect my first born from all those mean kids and Lord, please don't let HIM be one of those mean kids...most magnificent Father, use my son to all your glory, let people see Jesus through him. And Lord, please do not allow me to hold him back from doing Your work. You have him here, let me be strong in all the efforts to teach him to serve you in the world by letting his precious little 3 year old light shine. And Lord, one more important thing, when he's 14, I want him to still want me around, can you make that miracle happen? I would be most gracious. In your Son's name. Amen.
Ila Kate is 4 and a half months. Already. Wow. And here's the scary part, she has already began to sit up on her own. Time please S.L.O.W. down. I love her. Oh man, is she sweet and SUPER voicetrous. She can make the sounds. She loves her brother, Carson is much entertainment to her big, blue, beautiful eyes. At her 4 month check up she was 17 pounds. A healthy girl, no doubt. Time to plan for dinner. We have a great night planned at the church building!
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