How do I explain the swelling in my heart--the utter thankfulness I have to our Lord for these precious gifts?
This child, a mere ten months ago, was restricted to the confines of a building. And last night, she ran free on a soccer field--no boundaries; no limitations. It's almost too much to digest sometimes...
At the end of the practice, the coach asked the kids to get down on one knee. Lulu toppled over every few seconds, but she wouldn't surrender and maneuvered back into the formation that had been asked of her. Our daughter remained on one knee until every other child--and coach--was back up on two feet.
Before we left, the coach handed out the jerseys for the new "Pink Flamingos" team. My heart started to race as I hoped it would all go down in a good way. And then he pulls out jersey number one. If he only knew how this Mama's heart begged for my daughter to have that number. You see, for five-and-a-half years, she never knew what it was like to be number one. All kids were treated equally, and it's only now that she's learning what it feels like to receive that honor sometimes. It doesn't always end up good times in our home because of this, but this time--on that soccer field--it did.
"Who wants to be number one?" the coach shouted out. In a split nanosecond, Lulu's hand nearly touched the night's sky as she screamed out, "Me! Me!" I nearly melted. There wasn't an ounce of competition, praise the Lord. The other kids, and the coach, chuckled as they handed Lulu the jersey and bestowed upon her the honor of donning number one. It's so much deeper than they even realized.
Parenting Lulu isn't the easiest job we've ever had. But, Lord knows (and our Mamas too) that parenting us wasn't easy either. It's a privilege. And sometimes in these moments, I feel so small when I sit back and reflect on her determination and might. We learn such lessons through these children, and we thank you, Heavenly Father, for calling us to your field of Glory.