My sweet boy,
Today we finally get to meet you. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms, to see your face and feel your tiny fingers grip mine. For months I have felt you move inside me; gentle flutters at first, getting stronger and harder as you’ve grown and pushed and turned around. For months I’ve wondered if you’ve got your Daddy’s long legs, and if you’ll have as much hair as your sisters did, and if your eyes will also be blue like mine. Today I get to see you, at last.
I can’t wait for you to meet your Daddy. His is the deep voice you’ve heard. His are the hands you stubbornly refused to kick for every time I told him you were kicking. He is the one who will teach you to ride a bike, to kick a soccer ball, to hold a cricket bat. He is the one who will model the kind of husband and father you should be. He is the one who will show you how to be a man.
Your sisters have been dying to meet you. I suspect Angie is going to be a mini-mom to you. She has been talking about taking care of you for months now. Emmy, I think, will be the one to lead you in jumping on the couch and throwing sticks in the air. Both of them have been talking to you while you were inside me. Emmy’s the one who kept blowing raspberries; sorry about that. They love you already, and their faces light up every time I ask them about you.
I have to confess that, as excited as I am, I’m a little bit nervous about being the mom of a boy. I have three brothers, but I don’t know what it’s like to be a boy, so I hope you’ll forgive me for the mistakes I make as you grow up. And for the times I just don’t get it, well, that’s why you have a dad and lots of uncles and your grandfathers.
My prayer for you is that you grow up to know and love Jesus. I pray that you will be like Samuel and respond to his voice. I pray that you will be like David, the man after God’s own heart. I pray that you will be like Peter, filled with a passionate desire to follow him. I pray that you will be like Timothy and serve God even in your youth. I pray that you will be like Paul, with a faith so strong that circumstances will not make you falter. I pray that you will be like Abraham and trust in God’s promises, even the ones that take a while to be fulfilled. I pray that you will be wise like Solomon, and bold like John the Baptist, and obedient like Moses and Joshua and Gideon.
My dear baby boy, you were created for a purpose. I do not know what God will do in your life, or how he will use you for his kingdom, but I do know that he has a plan for you. And so, today, on the day of your birth, I speak these verses over your life as a promise. And, just like Hannah did with Samuel, I dedicate you to the Lord.
“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you. You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.” Jeremiah 29:11-13 (ESV)
“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.” Psalm 139:13-16 (ESV)
I love you, little one, and I am already so proud to be your mama.