When I was pregnant with Reed, I wondered a lot about his personality. I had a strong sense of who he was, but thought that it might just be the fanciful imaginings of an expecting mother. I was right, though, in my sense of who he was. Right in every way, which still surprises me. And—this is soooo strange, I know—I prayed that he would be at least a little weird. I really did. I prayed that he wouldn’t be boring, stereotypical, a kid who wanted to be like everyone else, or so “normal” that he couldn’t appreciate my not-normal moments or not-normal humor…..and….those prayers were answered. Not only is he delightfully weird, but he is genuine, determined, curious, intuitive, compassionate, creative, imaginative, interested, dedicated, and tireless. A miraculous blessing of a boy.
Oh, I love what you've said here. That's how I feel about my children, and I'm so grateful when they do weird things. At the weirdest moments, Michael and I grin at each other and share vibes of love for our kids.
ReplyDeleteI, too, had a sense of who my children were while I carried them. It is a miracle I have loved being part of as a mother. I believe it comes having known them before. We sense the familiarity in their spirit, and we can't escape the hints of who it is we cradle in our womb.
Definitely.
ReplyDelete