The day you were born seemed to stretch out forever, like the sky. You woke your mom up in the middle of the night, but then you took your time making your entrance. Your mom and your dad and your grandma (who came across the ocean just to meet you) and people clear across the world waited a full twenty-four hours for you to finally arrive. Your mom told me those last nine hours of labor were the hardest thing she’s ever done. But I know she would say that you were worth every minute of it and that if she had to, she would do it again if it meant holding you at the end.
You won’t remember meeting us because you were only 14 hours old, but I will always remember your tiny, perfect body, your wide-open eyes and the impossible sweetness of your little mouth. The way your face is shaped distinctly like your dad’s and how you already have your mom’s long. tapered fingers. You lay in my arms so quietly kicking your feet and sticking out your tongue, like you were still getting use to the feel and the taste of air.
As you grow you will hear the story of how your mom and your dad moved across the world, far away from their home, their friends, and their families because they held a precious seed of hope that would become you and they believed that this was the best way they could provide for you. Some days it was really hard for them to be so far away, and scary to be having you in a country where the language and culture still feels rough and strange. But they were brave and God gave them the strength and encouragement they needed to push through the hard days. One day, you will get to be the coolest kid in the first grade when you tell your friends you were born in South Korea. I hope when that day comes you remember your parents and everything they sacrificed to have you here.
Your mom and dad are some of our closest friends. From the day we found out you existed we have watched them preparing their hearts and their lives for you. We have hoped and prayed with them for you. And today the waiting and the hoping is over. Now comes the part where we marvel together as your glorious life unfolds.
The world is a miracle, darling, and you are part of that miracle. We can’t wait to know you – your favorite color, your talents, and what things make you laugh. But no matter who you become in the course of your life, you should always know that you are deeply wanted and greatly celebrated.
So Genevieve…Happy Birthday, and welcome to the world. We can’t wait to hear your story.
Kid president actually says this way better than me. This video makes me all weepy – in the good way.
I know that you and I share a fear of bringing life into this messed up world, but I can tell from this post and the way you are celebrating little Genevieve’s life already that you will make an incredible mom someday. A mom that trembles at the scary world into which she is bringing her child. A mom that also rejoices in the hope of beauty and redemption, encompassed in a new life that will bring laughter, talents, and new ideas to this broken planet. We need more moms like that. Welcome to the world, Genevieve, and congrats to her parents!
What a sweet thing to say! Thank you. 🙂 I actually found Daring Greatly to be really encouraging about the parenting thing in some ways since it emphasized that really the key to being a “good” parent is demonstrating for your child what it looks like to be growing and becoming the person you want to be. The more think about that, the more open I feel to the parenting thing. I want to spend my life growing and becoming more of who I’m meant to be anyway, so if parenting really is about doing that and showing your child what that looks like, maybe I can do that. Still have some apprehension and am not quite sure, but I’m feeling more open to the idea than I have in the past. Anyway, thanks for the encouragement!