Mommy-ism #12: ...Babies are constant reminders that there is a divine hand controlling it all.
I always knew that I wanted to have children. Since the age of five when my cousin and I would talk about our "Prince Charming" during sleepovers, my yet-to-be born children were always apart of my dreams. Four girls. Or two boys and two girls. Or one boy and three girls. With three dogs and four houses to match.
Now that I am a mother, it's funny how my notion of "dreams" and "goals" have shifted. My aspirations are no longer about myself but in many ways, they are merely mechanisms that I now strive for to help my son achieve the dreams that I now have for him..
There will be no pressure to be a astrophysist, or an NBA player, or a cardiothoracic surgeon. If Roman never kicked the game-winning goal, to made the split-second lay-up, or hit a home-run at the bottom of the ninth, he'd still be nothing short of a Michael Jackson, "King of Pop" superstar in my eyes. The truth is that I simply want for my son to be better than I am. I want him to accomplish things that I have been unable to due to fear (writing a book) and bad hand-eye coordination (playing tennis) and a horrible memory (learn Spanish). I want him to live life without any notion of limitations and to live a life with a profound understanding of his purpose.
And on days that he forgets his purpose, his path, his passion, or God's plans -- I pray that he learns to dig deep within his soul, plant both of his feet firmly on the ground, calm the racing thoughts in his mind, and remembers this: There is a flow to life.
Our past experiences work to prepare us - every moment, every day - for each moment that we are presented with. When things seem out of our control, it is merely because we have forgotten that we are all moving forward towards a goal that serves a purpose greater than ourselves. So the best thing we can do is relax, be open, and see where the current of life wants to take us.
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