Strand of Three

Some days I miss having a newborn around. Other days I'm just thankfull for where my children are at today.

The greatest responsibility that I’ve been given as a woman is that of raising my children. There is no greater reward to be found in any job than this one. I’d change a thousand diapers for that very moment when a new life is placed in my waiting arms. The warmth of new skin, little arms waving about, and the clucking sound of one waiting to be fed, are sounds and sights of a new life placed in my care.

Dad takes a step or two back unsure of this new responsibility, unsure of where he fits in.

For the next three months, baby is reliant on me, to be fed, to hold him at night, and to quiet his cry. Then we see that baby prefers to lie in Dad’s lap, and toddler prefers to climb on Dad’s back, and a young boy runs to greet Dad at the door—-that is until he gets hurt, and runs back to Mom.

Together, we raise the children as God intended—-a strand of three that is not quickly broken—-Mom and Dad together as one.