“You were such a wanted child.”
Gathered around by a few, soft lights with some of our closest friends, we wished little Cooper a happy 8th birthday by speaking a short blessing over his upcoming year. It was a sweet time, and I left with his mother’s words echoing in my heart….
“You were such a wanted child.”
Cooper is the third born, and the first child Robin and Scott had after their vasectomy reversal.
A wanted child.
The words keep ringing. Have I spoken this to all my children? Do they know they are wanted? Do I live with them like they are wanted? Do those who spend any time with our family see that my children are wanted?
In an age where birth control makes it so simple, no, mandatory that we “control” the children born to us, is it any wonder why it’s so easy to arrive unwanted? In a controlled environment, any variable that changes unexpectedly is deemed “unwanted”. It’s a mistake, a plan gone awry.
We don’t even know we do this to our own children. How many times I’ve heard a child described as “an accident”. An immortal soul–a living miracle of God–an accident?
We should shudder at our evolved thinking toward life. We should read the Bible again as little children…
“It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves.” Psalm 100:3
And now, I look at my children…“you are such wanted children”. Let me say it with my life.
A few snuggles before we go….
A woman who understands her real power…
