Some babies, they come into this world according to plan. They are perfectly timed and perfectly prepared for. Everything is just right.
My babies are not those babies. None of them were a surprise or anything. There are two kinds of fertility plans in our household. Plan number one is called “don’t get pregnant.” It involves the prevention of pregnancy. Plan number two is called “see what happens.” It involves not doing things that prevent pregnancy and results in a baby more or less immediately. Yes. I know. We are those people. Feel free to hate or, whatever. My point though, is that we have never been overly worried about making sure everything is perfect when we had our babies. If we had been, we still wouldn’t have any.
Our third child is 3 today. He came into our lives in a very not perfect time. And you know what? He was the perfect thing at the time. He was perfectly timed.
I liken him to the tornado in The Wizard of Oz. Life was going along the way it was going along, and we were in the midst of a situation when this tornado shows up, blows us away and I found myself one day, waking up in a strange place surrounded by singing and dancing munchkins.
No, really. How did I get here? It just sort of happened, and it turns out that it’s a pretty cool place, where our tornado landed us.
And that is motherhood. These kids, they sometimes show up how we want, when we want, with life going just the way we want. But mostly, they don’t. They show up when they show up, in whatever way we can get them here – and sometimes it’s a stork that brings them with a big shiny bow, but other times it’s a whirlwind with a crack upside the head. Thank God for the whirlwind.
My baby boy is 3 years old. In these 3 years I have forgotten what life was like before him. I have learned how to be calm in the storm that brought the whirlwind. Today is the first time in 7.5 years that I have not had a baby boy 2 or under. My baby boy years are done now, and it is bittersweet. I’ve not ever wished for ruby slippers – never wished I could click my heels and go back to the way things were. I am already home, with my singing and dancing munchkins in a strange world that I sometimes feel like I dreamed up. In this Oz-land I have found my heart, my brains, and my courage. Mothering does that. It shows us what we’re made of.
Happy birthday to the little whirlwind who changed everything. We wouldn’t change a single thing.
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