It's funny how when we have these mass forms of communication we become sort of caught up in small details as we intend to sort of pose for our cyber audiance. I was just thinking about this as I posted my pic below of my belly. Sure, I want to document my pregnancy. I want to remember how big my belly was so that I will be grateful for my (hopefully) much smaller one after this experience is over. But, when I think of how it's become sort of a fad to post pregnant pictures, or other pictures of the like, I thought of how much it downplays the meaning of these events. My special experiences seem to be accomplished for the sake of following trends or even the crowd.
In reality, there is a little baby in my tummy. And as crazy/amazing as it is for me to say, he is my son. I am his mommy. And as soon as I think of how great my new responsibility will be, I am just so grateful that it's happening. I know that it will change my life forever in one of the greatest ways possible. A few weeks ago I asked Sean what it meant to him to be becoming a father. I felt like the male perspective was probably different than mine . . . He said that he felt like it was a promotion, like at a job, but in a spiritual sense. It was God giving him a promotion to become a father to one of His spirit children. What a great responsibility. We will gladly take it.
