As I nurse, I contemplate life a lot. I am such a busy body that this sweet time of feeding my buddy has caused me to slow down and think, which has been so good for me and much needed after a hard year. Watching my main man be a daddy to WIlliam has caused me to think so much about the relationship between a father and a son. In a world where many of these are so broken, it is a tender one that needs to be nurtured deeply.
Dan and I have walked through some hard times in our ten years together with relationships, and so we often talk about what to do different and how to love our children the best way that we possibly can.
Funny story, the other day after church, Dan said to me, “I am sick of people calling William a peanut, he is not a peanut, he is a warrior!”. I giggled told him that of course W was a warrior, but it is just because he is a tiny baby now, and I know the peanut comments will not last long at all. D was not having it! I, being the mommy, love this itty bitty stage, where I can snuggle and nurture our baby boy all day long, but his sweet daddy insists that his son will be warrior and that is the focus!
Do not get me wrong here, Dan is about the most precious daddy to our little warrior ever, but it has been so interesting to see the difference in him parenting a boy vs. a girl. WIth Mary Anna, he was so protective and tender, and although he is these things to William, it is just different with a boy. This has been a fun transition to watch.
As I rocked my little man to sleep early this morning about 4 a.m., I felt the urge to write, which I have not in a long time. My mind was sleepy, but I could not get this thought out of my mind that if Dan is so insistent that W is a warrior, how much more is our Heavenly Father wanting us ready for battle. It starts young. D wants William strong and alert, and it is not much different with what Jesus wants for us.
Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.
1 Peter 5:8
As I have previously written, these early days have been harder for me emotionally than physically and to anyone who has had a newborn, that says a lot! I keep wanting to do it on my own. While holding my swaddled up baby burrito and slowly rocking back and forth in the dark it hit me, that I have to be ready for what is waring against my soul. How can I protect and prepare William if I am not protecting and preparing myself?
Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his might power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.