How can I end my summer 2017 memories and not say something about the profound and unseen mystery inside of me? In early March I got some unexpected news. I’d be lying to you if I said I was excited right at the start. But over the course of this summer I’ve come to cherish the miracle unfolding beneath the belly bump.
This summer, I’ve delighted in finding out the gender of our little guy, getting countless surprise gifts from excited friends and family, and picking out paint colors for the bedroom. I’ve enjoyed feeling the kicks and twists and turns in my tummy (one time I placed my hand on my belly and enjoyed the little bumps for the duration of an entire movie!). I snagged this photo above (courteousy of Laurel Creative) while out picking blueberries with our wedding photographer and friend. Cody and I celebrated one year of marriage this past July and have been settling into a love-life-groove that makes it exciting to consider sharing that with another person. I’ve begun pondering what life will be like with our new little guy.
I do still have questions, like: How do you give a baby their first bath? What’s it going to be like to balance being both mom and teacher? and Am I going to do a good enough job if I choose not to stay at home?
All of these questions still linger, but what I’ve learned from quiet mornings on the Adirondack chairs out back and porch swings in the front is that I will continue to listen to the voice of my Heavenly Father and to the small voice that’s inside of me through times of stillness and the silence. It’s in these spaces that I can hear the most important Voice in my life instead of listening to the crowded and chaotic ones telling me how I should be as a mom. As I embark on the start of a new school year and say goodbye to summer, I will continue to make this time to discover who I want to be as mother to my little dude as I listen to the voice of my Savior (and the Savior of my soon-to-be child).