Her post reminded me of my own journey into being a Mom to a boy. I will never forget that sonogram where it was pretty clear what the doctors were saying was true...and I still chose to live in denial, because frankly I was scared to death. I had no idea what I would do if God asked me to raise a boy. I came from a family of all girls. I knew the bond between sisters. I knew we could fight like cats and dogs, and still love each other deeply and dearly and consider ourselves BFF's. But what would a sister/brother relationship look like? Could they be friends?
I began praying that God would bind the hearts of my children in love to each other. That they would have a good solid friendship that would last them through their entire lives. And I prayed for wisdom to raise a son to be a godly man.
Fast forward 8 1/2 years and while I sat in my living room last week, the kids chattering away while unloading the dishes from the dishwasher. Nate said something funny, and Sofi laughed. There was a pause, and then with the heartfelt exuberance of little boy he exclaimed, "I'm really glad we get along."
And this mama's heart almost burst for joy. Sometimes, God doesn't always let us see the answers to to our prayers. And sometimes He gives us windows of hope, that He sees...He hears...and He answers.
