My son is a promised baby from God. I waited and believed that we would have a son for nearly ten years. I thought the sorrow of that time of waiting was unbearable. It was only preparing me.
I waited to be a mom
I waited to hold my son
I waited for his first word
I waited to understand his words
I waited for his first phrases
I waited for his first sentence
I waited for our first conversation
I still wait for some of these and struggle to understand him.
What my mind struggles to understand my heart knows.
It is worth the wait.
