10 days

Ten days lie between now and Becca's due date. I must admit I am nervous. What is it like to deliver a baby? How big will she be? What will she look like? How will she act and respond to our world, her father, and me?

I find it humorous when people ask if I'm ready. How does one prepare for something they know little to nothing about? Am I ready to take care of a 3 month old with bronchiolitis? Yes, as their nurse at the hospital. I've done that before. Am I ready to change diapers and burp her? Absolutely. Her room is organized and arranged and I have a car seat in my sedan. But am I ready to have a helpless infant requiring my attention 24/7? Am I ready to feed her from my own body? Am I ready to be responsible for showing her love, kindness, mercy, and discipline, to the best of my ability for the next 18-24 years?

Of course my answer is yes, but I don't really understand the question. I do not know what it takes to get a child from womb to responsible adult. But I'm ready to figure out how.

I look forward to raising Becca with Drew. He is going to be an amazing father. I envision him holding our little girl, talking about how being a father is better than he ever imagined. I picture her running to him, tears in her eyes, feelings hurt by a friend, and Drew having just the right words to soothe her and show kindness. He is such a good listener.

God, show us how to be parents who teach their children to seek you. How can they know how to seek you unless we do? Oh God, show us how to pursue you again. Help us to trust you.

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