I had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Only 7 total at the table, but that was enough. I did traditional dishes, turkey green bean casserole, corn casserole, stuffing, rolls, and ham....and pies. And Thanksgiving is about the food, and the family. Mom, at 96 was still able to be at my house. We used media to connect with my brother and his wife. I called my other brother later. Because this year we had news.
Let me preface this by saying that I always knew that I wanted to be a mother. When I was a child I played with baby dolls and learned to cook and sew to take care of my dreamed of future family. I married the first guy who asked because I wanted children and the clock was ticking. Well, I was still in my 20s, but to me, my biological clock was ticking. And we had one, a son, a joy......but more were not to be.
When I came to accept that fact, that I was only having one, it was hard. I shared this with a close friend and she whispered the magic word, "Grandchildren." So, I began to pray for grandchildren and hope for grandchildren. I likened myself to the widow seeking a judgment from the unjust judge. It isn't wonderful to compare God to an unjust judge, but that is how I felt about it.
When my son finally got married, I hoped all the more that there would be grandchildren, someday, grandchildren. But, I came to accept that God had all the power and there wasn't much I could do about it, but hope and pray, which are big things in themselves.
So, my son and daughter-in-law had an announcement at Thanksgiving. And you, gentle reader, have probably already guessed that they are expecting. The thing that you may not know is that God is merciful and generous, not at all the unjust judge. Because, these babies are coming in twos, twins. Babies enough to pass around. Babies who are already loved.
Let me preface this by saying that I always knew that I wanted to be a mother. When I was a child I played with baby dolls and learned to cook and sew to take care of my dreamed of future family. I married the first guy who asked because I wanted children and the clock was ticking. Well, I was still in my 20s, but to me, my biological clock was ticking. And we had one, a son, a joy......but more were not to be.
When I came to accept that fact, that I was only having one, it was hard. I shared this with a close friend and she whispered the magic word, "Grandchildren." So, I began to pray for grandchildren and hope for grandchildren. I likened myself to the widow seeking a judgment from the unjust judge. It isn't wonderful to compare God to an unjust judge, but that is how I felt about it.
When my son finally got married, I hoped all the more that there would be grandchildren, someday, grandchildren. But, I came to accept that God had all the power and there wasn't much I could do about it, but hope and pray, which are big things in themselves.
So, my son and daughter-in-law had an announcement at Thanksgiving. And you, gentle reader, have probably already guessed that they are expecting. The thing that you may not know is that God is merciful and generous, not at all the unjust judge. Because, these babies are coming in twos, twins. Babies enough to pass around. Babies who are already loved.