Our little family of three had moved from Missouri to Texas to Pennsylvania to New York. We had tried for more children after college and just like an American I wanted it instantly. You know... go to your husband and say, "Um, I'll have a little boy nine months from now and yes I'd like fries with that." However, while his service is excellent I must say, it does not quite work like that!
Instead we moved and moved and I my uterus stayed vacant.
Finally, we just said, "Okay Lord, it is me, him, and the kid. I accept it!"
There is something to be said about faith. I grew up raised on the notion, if you pray for it you will receive it. Really up to this point I had.
As a woman who had had a successful conception, pregnancy, and birth... I was dumbfounded at the fact I was unable to get pregnant immediately. The first one wasn't planned and now, I'm planning and reading! It was a hard pill to swallow this might not happen!
My aha moment was just another failed month of trying and taking a look at my then 8 year old son and thinking he is perfect. He was healthy, smart, athletic, friendly, and spiritual... how could I need more. I dedicate my life to him, thank you Lord for him. Oh, and when he moves out I will only be 38! Bam, mama is about to party with my fine ass husband!
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