When I found out I was expecting, I remember thinking this thought…
Wow, Lord, You are entrusting me and my husband with one of Your children. We are essentially his foster parents. My son is on loan from you, LORD. You are his first parent. What an honor, Lord, that we get to help raise one of Your own!
My son is now 7 years old and everyday has been a learning experience. When he was five years old I wrote the post CAUTION: New Parents On Board. The following is an excerpt from that post.
I remember being slightly nervous as the time drew near for us to leave the hospital. For two days, my husband and I had round-the-clock assistance with our new family member. If I was tired and needed to sleep, I simply had to push that glorious little button on the side of my bed and moments later, an angel would appear in my room and take my little guy down to the nursery for awhile. I was torn. I was so eager to begin my new life with this beautiful and precious little boy, but I also wanted the hospital to send me home with someone who might actually have a slight clue as to how to parent. I would have settled for a step by step instruction manual. But, the hospital only included two parting gifts when my husband and I left to start this new chapter in our life, a little blue onesie with the hospital name printed on it and a cute, little, bald baby to go in it!
For the next few days we practiced the trial and error approach to parenting. (In fact, nearly six years later we occasionally still take this approach.) He’s crying again. Well, he can’t possibly be hungry…he just ate one hour and fifteen minutes ago. Maybe he’s tired? No, that’s not it. Maybe, he has a dirty diaper? No, that’s not it either. He couldn’t possibly be hungry again…could he? He IS hungry again. Every time my husband and I managed to make it to the end of another day, with no major parenting screw ups, we felt victorious.
I still remember our first trip to the doctor’s office. Our son was just seven days old. When we arrived, we checked in at the front desk and took a seat in the waiting room, setting Sean’s carrier down next to us. Our new role as parents had been a long and tiring experience and we were only one week into the journey. We sat there as a family and waited. From behind us, we heard the nurse’s voice calling the name of the next patient… “Sean?”
I looked around the room and no one got up. “Sean?” repeated the nurse. Simultaneously, it dawned on both of us, our new reality still sinking in. The surprised glances my husband and I exchanged seemed to be saying the same thing….Oh wait…that’s right…WE have a son named Sean! We quickly jumped up as the more experienced parents in the room chuckled at us….
Today, I actually discovered that there is a Parenting for Dummies book on the market. I have a feeling that one-size does not fit all. I’ve been a parent long enough now to know that a technique that works well for one child, won’t work well for another. I’ve learned the best parenting technique is to seek God’s wisdom first. Since He’s the one who saw my son’s unformed body and knit it together in my womb…I am fairly confident that His advice is worth seeking.
I am linking up with Tiffini for Word Women Wednesday