Foreigner. Great stuff!
So here’s the deal. We are officially within a week of the baby’s due date, and the Missus thinks it may be considerably sooner than a week. I’m feeling like I’m already going to lose my mind, but in a good way? I’m excited. I’m terrified. Everyone says going from one kid to two is the most insane thing ever. Well, enough people to make it a maxim.
So I feel like freaking out, but I also feel like now, in the eye of the storm, is probably appropriate to take a minute and pray and reflect and await with anticipation.
I know nothing about my little girl, apart from a healthy heartbeat and a love of dancing until the second I look. Jesus, please help me to love her like I love the Goose.
My mom told me once that before my little brother was born, she was not at all sure how she would be able to love him like she loved me. While I took that at face value, it finally makes sense. Actually, it doesn’t really make sense, but it resonates.
I know that Jesus loves you, little one. The Goose and I have been talking about how Jesus is the Best Good Guy and how He loves everyone. That means you, me, mommy, the cat, and whoever else. And I don’t think He ever has to worry about whether or not He’s going to love a new child as much as the others.
Kiddo, it’s so easy to get swept up in being busy. I’m thinking about that right now as there are chores to be done, and here I am writing in my blog. Shades of Mary and Martha. I’ll read to you about them one of these days. But there’s always something left to do. We haven’t cleaned up the nursery yet, I haven’t put the base for your car seat in my car yet, we haven’t put plug covers in all the outlets yet, and probably a billion other things. I want you to know that when things get overwhelming, it’s okay to say so. It’s okay to step back and take a breath and prioritize. It’s okay to say that some things just aren’t going to get done, because the reality is that you don’t always get everything done.
Hmm. Am I writing this for you or for me? I’d like to think both.
Anyway, there are things to do, and you’ll be here soon enough. I can’t wait to hold you and I can’t wait to see how the Goose will fawn all over you. I can’t wait to see mommy kiss your little lips, and your little toes, and your little fingers, and everything else diminutive and adorable. I can’t wait to see what personality you have as you grow.
I love you, little tiny one. I’ll see you soon.