One year ago today I discovered that I was pregnant.
It did not come as a shock. I had been fiercely suspicious for over a week. Plenty of time to get used to the idea of a baby. And intoxicated by the prospect.
After setting eyes upon the two lines signifying PREGNANT, I experienced dual emotions. Joy, obviously. And relief. Finally, a definitive answer. A week of not knowing, of wondering and suspecting and maybe even wishing, is an eternity when it comes to a life altering event such as pregnancy. Two false tests had added to the confusion. (Note to others: false negatives are more common than you may think.)
My husband, however, was shocked. He was not yet privy to my super-duper womanly intuition, and probably believed me to be crazy and/or overreactive about something as trivial as a late period. Men. Such silly creatures.
In honor of my sweet baby girl, who captured my heart a year ago today, I’d like to share with you a parents’ prayer, which my own super-duper mom inscribed inside my mother’s day card.
Teach us what to give and what to withhold.
Show us when to reprove and when to praise.
Make us gentle and considerate yet firm and watchful.
Keep us from weak indulgence, or from great severity.
Give us the courage to be disliked sometimes
by our children when we must do necessary things
which are displeasing in their eyes.
Give us the imagination to enter into their world
in order to understand and guide them.
Give us all the virtues we need to lead them by word
and example in the path of righteousness.