|Posted by Eileen Miller on June 22, 2014 at 3:20 PM|
As we sit around our kitchen table eating cake and ice cream on my youngest son's eighth birthday, we talk about the day he was born. All of my children remembered coming with daddy to see Patrick and I in the hospital that day. My oldest son remembered how Patrick spit up on his shirt when he held him as a newborn. He even remembered that it was his yellow Gonzaga shirt he was wearing at the time. We all laughed. They also remembered what a treat it was that, afterwards...they ate at Burger King and went to a swim meet. It just so happens that eight years later today, Patrick swam in his first A meet.
The joy a family brings to a mother is beyond words. As they talk about this special event, they still show that they love their little brother as they come around him to celebrate his eighth birthday just as they did on the day he was born. I am a witness to their committment and walk in discipleship to the Lord as they continue to support each other during these special times. Maybe one of the reasons I witness to these things so much is because I know I didn't have close siblings when I was growing up. My brothers had their own lives and didn't always listen to my parents. I saw the heart ache my parents went through and still go through today. That's not to say that I was an angel, but I stayed strong in the faith...unlike my brothers.
The center of our family is Jesus Christ as it always has been when my kids were homeschooled during their elementary and junior high school years. It is such a joy to see how my children return and grow in their first love. They have not turned from the love of Jesus Christ they were introduced to as young children but are only strengthened by it. "Yet I hold this against you: you have lost the love you had at first." (Revelation 2:4)
I remember when Patrick was born too as I was forty-three years old and my husband and I thought I might be a high risk pregnancy because of my age and troubles during past pregnancies. Our doctor did not tell us I was high risk, but we had the worry all the same. So much so that we took out a life insurance policy while I was pregnant.
The day Patrick was born and everything was o.k. because we were both happy and healthy after the delivery was such a joy to all of us. I am so blessed to have a husband who is devoted to his family. I remember my most troubling pregnancy where I was hospitalized for two weeks. My best friend...my husband...was the only one that came to visit me. He is accountable and devoted to our family.
Being part of the swim team has given us a type of extended family. The whole team was asking about Patrick and I on the day he was born when daddy and the kids attended the meet. When Dad serves the swim team as the volunteer coordinator, the swim team becomes an extended family for us. Serving like the Lord teaches us is receiprocal. When Dad serves the swim team, the swim team supports us as a family. What a wonderful opportunity for Dad to engage his hunter and gatherer instincts in such a healthy activity for our family.
Thinking about all these things has let me know how important it is to have both a mother and a father. We are very different and, yet, we compliment each other. Where ever I am...there is Dad. And where ever Dad is...there am I. ‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh’ (Matthew 19:5).