We found out on Friday that my daughter and son-in-law are having another precious baby boy. I am not surprised that God decided to give them another son, and couldn't be happier about it. Even before Jude was born, they were prayerful and purposeful about the choices they wanted to make as parents. They have talked openly about the significance of Christian parents to raise up sons who can lead their wives and children in cross-centered lives toward the heart of God. And I feel so blessed to watch this unfold before me.
Now, however, I keep thinking about this little guy who is finishing up his first nine months inside his mothers womb. Will he be blonde like his brother? Or will his hair be dark like his mother and curly like his father? (Oh yes please!!!!)
Will he instantly stop crying every time I sing the, "Fussy Crying Boy" song like Jude did? And there is no need to google this, I made up the song one day when Jude was crying in the car. And...I am not exaggerating about this. Ask ReAnnon. Jude stopped fussing every single time I sang it.
Am I going to call him Christopher Robbins, like I did with his brother because Mom and Dad couldn't come up with a name?
Is this little guy gonna come out weighing nine pounds and looking like he knew what was going on already?
Will his little face light up and his eyes twinkle every single time I sing my made up songs to him like Jude does? (And no one can truly know how precious this is to me.)
When he realizes he can climb up the stool all by himself, or drink from a new kind of cup, will he do it over and over and over like his Jude does, just to make sure he's got it down?
Will he like men better than women right from the start? (I'm not including his Mommy of course) Dad first, then Papa? (I have to put Papa here you understand)
And know matter how much time I spend with him, will he want Paul over me anytime he enters the room?
Will Jude talk to him when I'm not around and try to explain to him that MaMo is kind of like Elmo. That I don't always act my age, and I take waaaaaay to many pictures, but that I really can be fun to play with?
Will Jude explain to him that if he comes and helps me in my garden, he can eat as many strawberries, blackberries and tomatoes as he can pick, but that he might have a tummy ache after.
Will be be uncomfortable getting his hands and feet sandy the first time like Jude was? (I realize this will most likely be forced upon him by Jude whether he likes it or not.)
Will he ever sit, all the way through, in rapt attention, while I sing the, "Five Spotted Frogs", on the log song. This does include, however, the act of pulling each frog off the log, tossing them onto the floor which is the pool, and then making five different (slurping up the fly) sounds and five different croaks. There are girl and Grandpa frogs out there you know? And although Jude has never made it through this whole thing, (he usually gets bored around frog number #3,) I do have high hopes for my new grandson. But Jude will know the words to the entire song because I finish it anyway. I do this in part because I know he is listening even when he acts like he isn't, and partly because I really like singing the, Five Frogs on a log song.
Will Jude prepare his baby brother that I won't like it if he puts too much food in his mouth at one time, and that I will take his snack plate away if he takes the food off of it and puts it on the coffee table or the floor?
I don't have any of the answers to these question, but I love that I am so excited thinking about these things. I love that this new baby boy is a miracle and a gift from God. And I love that I get to fall in love with another precious baby!
I can not wait to meet you Christopher Robbins...and I love you already! (Just kidding about the C.R. part ReA)
