I saw her sitting there, the baby crying, I smiled and she smiled too.
Back then, I didn’t understand the difference that smile had made; the kindness that I had relayed made her long and tiring day.
I saw him standing there. I smiled and he smiled back.
I didn’t know, then, that he’d be the one that I would marry.
In a blink my life flashed forward and there we were on our wedding day, celebrating our love.
I looked in the mirror. I saw her, but she just stared right through me.
I smiled. The reflection was weak.
With tired eyes I glanced away and looked down at the precious boy in my arms.
He needed me.
I rocked him and sang him a lullaby. I understood that day.
I saw her and she cooed up at me.
My brain tried to remember all that I knew from before.
Soon, I realised this one needed a different approach.
I looked up above and thanked Jesus for the unique personalities that they each possess.
Flustered and hurried I arrived at the coffee shop. As I look up I saw her sitting there alone, book in hand, and a fresh hot latte in the other.
I remembered thinking, fleetingly, how nice that would be as I settled the two children.
What I didn’t understand was that she was feeling lonely, after a break up, and that as she glanced at me smiling she was wishing through sad eyes her future was like mine.
I saw her on the approach to pre-school and, as we smiled nervously, we both understood.
That our little ones were growing, becoming independent, and as I held his hand I knew one day that he would not need mine anymore.
I learnt that day to slow down and appreciate how precious the relationship with our children truly is.
We glance at each other, my husband and I.
We smile, grateful to be given this journey of parenthood, through the highs and lows, the easy and the hard.
Raising them to be warriors, brave and strong, to live out their uniqueness and to find their calling is what we hope to achieve.
What a blessing we have.
Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from Him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their opponents in court.