The score is 3-2, boys are still outnumbered. Doll houses and fairy gardens still account for most of the toys in the house. But I know he’ll be able to handle it. The girls in the house are some of the most imaginative I’ve ever met. I sense they will be able to provide this bouncing baby boy with endless opportunities to ward off the “bad guys”. They will fill his armory with bows and arrows, swords and shields. They’ll drape the most rugged cape around his neck and wait in their castle to be rescued by him.
His parents, though short on sleep, still glow with the newness of parenthood. They thrive in the challenges of raising children. If they’re anything like me, it may be in part because seeing the way their children push the limits, and knowing how much they still love them, gives a glimpse into how our heavenly father sees us. It reveals our weaknesses and reminds us of how God still loves us and wants better for us.
“Hear, my son, your father’s instruction,
and forsake not your mother’s teaching,
for they are a graceful garland for your head
and pendants for your neck.”