Didn’t See It Coming
When I gave birth to my son, I had no idea that I would be raising him all by myself. I had no idea that I would be alone, battling cancer when he was 2 years old, and I would be sick and still have to chase after him (that was the loneliest time of my life and the most helpless I have ever felt). I had no idea that I would be told that getting pregnant again could be a life or death situation. I had no idea how hard it would be, or what my son’s needs would be, or if I would be able to fulfill those needs. These were TRUE “fly by the seat of your pants” moments for me.
Now, eleven years later, I look at my young man and think about how great he is (by the grace of God). Now I have to deal with a child who hadn’t seen his father in a year (up until graduation from elementary school this year), a child who asks why his father didn’t call him on his birthday (which was just the other day), a child who’s going through puberty, and a child who’s growing faster than his maturity can handle. Again I’ll ask, “What’s next?”