It seems like waiting is a big part of being a mama. Waiting the nine months or so for your little blessing to arrive. Waiting for that first smile, first word, first step. Waiting for your toddler to finish on the potty or finally go to sleep. Waiting for the day when you feel like you have it together, just a little bit!!

My mama journey began with a loooong period of waiting. My husband and I had been married fifteen years before getting pregnant, spending at least half of those years trying. I had almost reached the point where I was resolved to be childless forever and had made peace with that. I remember praying in a Walmart parking lot, after seeing a kid that looked less than well cared for, that I didn’t understand why some people had children and I didn’t, but I was just going to trust the Lord.

Not long after that, when we least expected it, our little one was on the way. The day I took “the test” I was so nervous I couldn’t even remember how to pump gas. I didn’t even tell my husband I was taking it because I didn’t want him to be disappointed. Then, when it was positive, I waited until bedtime to tell him, because I couldn’t get up the nerve or even find the words.

The next period of waiting was mostly a big, happy blur. Waiting for the first appointment, first heart beat, to find out the gender, and finally the big day. But that’s a story for another day.

Looking back, every single milestone has been worth the wait and perfectly timed, according to God’s plan. I can’t even begin to fathom what’s in store for our little family, but I know that He’s in control and knows what is best for us at every moment.

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