A touching tribute

To a life we’ll never have the pleasure of knowing.  I can relate.  I was working on my Masters when we found out about our oldest.  I remember the morning.  I was still in bed when my wife rushed in and told me the news:  We were going to be parents!  My first reaction was pulling the covers over my head.  After all, we were in school, how would we afford this?  Being Protestants, we were doing everything to avoid pregnancy, and yet it happened.  As my wife’s OBGYN explained, someone has to make up the statistics.

But that was only a brief, second long reaction. When what it meant really hit home, I threw the covers off, grabbed my wife and hugged her, almost in tears.  I fell in love with that boy from that moment on.  And each time we found out about our boys, the reaction was the same.  From the moment of finding out, I was in love.  And I’ve been blessed to see my sons born and grow before my eyes.  Though the tribute is laced with sadness, it also speaks to anyone who has ever been a parent.  Love for a child doesn’t happen when you want it to.  It just happens.