Saturday our little girl will be two months old. She is growing quickly and learning new things everyday. In a way this makes me smile because I know I'm doing a great job raising her and teaching her. In some ways it makes me sad. I have been thinking a lot the last couple days about how my family and friends have warned me that I will miss this season of Alexandra's life. Oh how I only wish it were not true! Gone are the days where I feel overwhelmed caring for this little life. Gone are the moments of peace and quiet. Most sadly, gone are the moments of blissfulness while holding my new child. All has been replaced by a routine, moments of loud coos, smiles, and little wiggles.
There is nothing more I love than saying "This is my daughter." I love looking at my husband and thanking God for the union that he created leading to this precious life. She is beautiful and she is OURS to teach and direct. I love seeing her smile at her Daddy and look at the world full of wonder. Its beautiful.
In the last month I have come to appreciate the role of my heavenly father far more than I ever thought possible. I look at my child full of love and am reminded how my God looks at ME with that same kind of love. I think about how in a few months we will be asked as parents to take on the roles of disciplinarian and how God is my teacher. I see how he loves me in such a way that only a parent could understand.
I look forward to her third month and seeing all of the exciting things she will learn in this next month. I find myself asking "What will I learn?" and "How can I teach her?" I want to be the best mommy I can possibly be. I want to teach her and let her grow to be a strong young woman. I'm sure that in the end of this coming month I will also look back with the same love and sadness that I have upon the last two months.
