lessons from my first born… (and a birthday wish too)

November 28, 2001.  8:40 pm.  That’s the day and time when my life was forever changed dramatically, and for the good, I might add.

At 26, with no other children to call my own, I had no idea what was in store.   None whatsoever.  I guess no woman can truly know what childbirth or having a child of their own is like until it happens for the first time.

Excitement with a twist of relief, mixed with unbelievable fear was the elixir pumping through my veins on that day when they placed her in my arms for the first time.  The only answer bringing calm to the deep places of my heart was the knowledge that my day to day experiences would be laced with God’s never-ending mercy.

Fast forward 11 years.  I can hardly believe that I am the mother of an eleven year old.  It seems miraculous and  impossible to comprehend all at the same time.  The gift that Emily has been to Michael and I is far beyond what I ever imagined.  Our love for her is overwhelming.

From her I have learned many life lessons, like (1) never judge a book by its cover, (2) in every circumstance be yourself, and (3) if a baby hasn’t pooped in a few days, they will as soon as you put them in the bathtub.   But one of the most valuable is this:  For every mistake there is forgiveness.

My daughter is one of the most loving people I know, able to let go of offenses in the blink of an eye.  When I make mistakes, as all moms do, her heart is forgiving.  And believe me, I’ve had to receive her forgiveness many times over. (and that was just today)  I pray that I can be more like her: quick to forgive, open handed, soft hearted, prepared to understand.

She is not a little girl anymore, she is a young woman.  A lovely, witty, intelligent, kind, Christ-like young woman.  And I couldn’t be more proud to be her mama.

I love you Emily Kameryn.    Happy 11th Birthday!