When I was a child playing house, I always pretended my baby dolls were little girls. They wore pretty little dresses and colorful bows, that's every little girls fantasy, right? So, naturally, when I found out I was pregnant I was anxiously waiting to hear, if we were having a little boy or girl, secretly hoping for a girl. Oh how I anticipated dressing 'her' up in frilly little dresses. But God knew what was best for our family, and He blessed us with two amazing little boys! I love them with my all my heart. Looking back, it wasn't that I didn't desire a baby boy, it was that they were foreign to me. And the responsibility of raising little boys that would someday grow into men, is frightening!
My desire for our boys is that they are men who are God following, hardworking, trustworthy, kind, loyal, confident, respectful, and happy. I'm their mother, one of the key influential people that will shape them into the men they will one day be in this world. That's a HUGE responsibility! This adventure called parenting is scary. But by the grace of God I'm NOT alone. I married to a man, who is everything I want our boys to be like. With God's direction, we will walk this path of life together and nurture our boys one day at a time. There will be struggles and tears along the way, but faith, love and laughter will see us through.
“The family should be a closely knit group. The home should be a self-contained shelter of security; a kind of school where life’s basic lessons are taught; and a kind of church where God is honored; a place where wholesome recreation and simple pleasures are enjoyed.” - Billy Graham