My husband came home from work late one night. While he was
in the shower I warmed up his dinner, got a TV tray ready so he could relax and
eat at the same time, fixed him a drink, and placed his fork and napkin on the
tray. When he came out of the bathroom, I gave him all that information.
My son was sitting there watching and listening, then said
to me, “That’s what I expect from you from now on.” Of course this was said
with a grin on his face.
I looked to him and said, “You can expect it from your
wife.”
With another smirk he added, “It is your job.”
This time my look was a little more like a glare.
“Of course with that attitude I won’t get a wife, will I?”
This entire conversation was in jest, just in case you don’t
know my son, but he made me realize that as he gets older, he needs to seriously
realize the roles of husband or wife and what to expect and what not to expect.
He also needs to realize that sometimes expectations are not met.
That brings me to this week’s song. This is a precious song
to me as it was sung at my parents’ church the day she was born. My mom sat
there blubbering as she listened to the lady who sang it. There have been a
rash of babies being born or about to be born in my circle of friends. As a
parent who is now on the other side of this song, my advice to new parents, is
to start praying now. It is never too early to pray for the one your child will
spend the rest of his or her life with.
Listen and pray for your child and for that child somewhere
out there.
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| My mom holding her first grandchild, my little B, the only grandchild she would ever hold. |
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| My little B, all grown up! *sigh* And the "little boy" I've prayed for since the day my daughter was born. |
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