As my wife waits to give birth to our youngest child I can only wonder what’s going through her mind. Truth is I can’t even begin to imagine what she’s been through both physically and mentally over the last 9 months. She surely has been a silent trooper through all of it. True to the call of motherhood upon her life. Slowly inching her way through the exhaustion in preparation for the pain that she’s about to endure. A pain that’s now all too familiar to her.
My only experience to such pain was witnessing first hand the birth of 3 of our sons who were so adamant on waiting for their father to be present. Unlike their sisters of course, whose independence found me arriving after their births. An independence they still carry today.
This is going to be the 6th time she goes into labor and I have nothing but the uttermost admiration and respect for this woman whom I have been so blessed with.
We’re expecting another girl to balance our current tribe of 4 boys and 3 girls.
There’s a lot of talk and mixed feelings when it comes to having a large family. You have those that are genuinely happy for us, and those who think we’re crazy because all they see are expenses and feel we’re being unfair because we won’t be able to give them the best, or the attention they all deserve.
I won’t argue with them or try to prove the point of “God said be fruitful and multiply.” Then only my foolishness will be heard.
I think one of the logic behind this shallow thinking (yes I do think it’s shallow), is that people have a tendency to only see what’s before them and not what can be.
By this I mean we only focus on the outward appearance and judge a person by what they’ve achieved thus far.
We see the man or woman before us without seeing the immense potential that they carry.
We only see where they’ve come from and what they’ve done without realizing the dreams and visions they have.
We pay no second thought to where they may be heading or the legacy they’ll leave behind when all their living is done.
On the flip side of the coin we often measure a man’s success based on his accumulated wealth. Job. Position. Salary and social status. For some, that success is often proven through material possessions. The obvious conclusion of course being: the more he makes & owns, the better off he must be, the happier his family will surely be.
We’ve become so wise in our own eyes that we sometimes fail to realise our own foolishness.
Truth be told, I’m tired of hypocrites. I’m tired of pretenders. I’m tired of those that rejoice before me but silently mock me in their hearts.
It shouldn’t surprise us then that Jeremiah 17:9 states:
The heart is more deceitful than all else And is desperately sick; Who can understand it?
I think there comes a time in our lives when we should only surround ourselves with genuine people.
People that smile when we smile.
Laugh when we laugh.
Cry when we cry.
And truly rejoice when we say “We’re having another baby”.
I guess we’re all entitled to our own opinions and are free to feel and speak as we wish.
Whatever others feel or say about us having a large family is their prerogative.
One thing is for certain though, this woman waiting in silence as the countdown begins…
Is the bravest person I know.
She. Is. My Hero.