This is a difficult time of year for me. I can finally admit that. This year, I wait for the arrival of a son. I think of him all the time. I pray for him, but not as much as I should. I’m scared to.
He was born to another mother and father. I know that right now, the plan is for him to come here as soon as he is strong enough to leave the hospital. But I can’t help but think that he could one day be my son. A son to love and care for. A son to be a brother to my daughter. A son to be a grandson to my parents and to my husband’s parents. A son who’s presence in my life would change it forever…
Long ago, a young girl got the news that she would be a mother. She wrestled with it. She worried about it. How could she, a young unmarried girl become a mother? His birth had been foretold for years. Prophets upon prophets had told of his coming. He would be a savior, one to change life forever, for the world, for generations to come. He would be born to her, and she would have the responsibility of raising him, loving him, nurturing him, tending to him when he was sick and rejoicing with him when he was successful. And she said yes. She didn’t even have to think about it.
For months she waited in anticipation. And here I sit, thinking about what she must have felt. A baby. Not her’s. She could have said no. Strangely familiar to me. Like her, I don’t know what the future holds. But I know that in spite of my job loss, in spite of the unfamiliarity of having a baby, in spite my age and the age of my husband, this is what we are supposed to do. We are supposed to love and care for this baby for as long as we need to. I want to say that he is mine. I want to say that we have a son coming. But I don’t know. I don’t know if all that we think is planned out is what is actually going to happen and because of that, I feel like I’m living in the midst of a frozen place in time. My heart resides on the verge of tears almost all the time. So much happening…so much we don’t know…so much I want. So much fear that none of this will happen, and that I will be left jobless and babyless. Mary is my one seed of hope. She brings me more joy than I could have ever imagined. Her smile, the twinkle in her eye when she is being playful…. God has blessed me more than I could ever imagine with a husband who loves me, cares for me and a daughter. God knows the desires of our hearts…is this situation His response to the desire in my heart?