“Momma, I got the first gift of Christmas”, my 7-yr-old son whispered to me as I was waking from a deep sleep. He was referring to the sleigh bell from the story “The Polar Express”. Somehow, I managed to pull off this surprise by sneaking it under his Christmas tree without waking him up.
I grabbed him, pulled him into our bed, and suggested some Christmas snuggling. His giggles were often interrupted by his fervent asking, “When can we go see what Santa left?” Soon, our daughter woke up, scurried into our room, and squealed at the thought of rushing into the living room to check out what goodies Santa had left.
On Christmas morning, my thoughts often returned to the Momma’s-in-Waiting who woke up to a quiet Christmas. They might have sat in front of the tree sharing gifts with their husbands, or other family members. Perhaps, they gifted their dogs and cats with plenty of treats, or maybe, invited neighbors over to share in Christmas morning.
I thought about the Christmas mornings without the patter of footsteps quickly making way to the tree, or sounds of children as they shouted to the tops of their lungs about the tokens of love left by Santa. I thought about the Momma’s-in-Waiting who still wait for a little stocking to fill, or little hands to make sugar cookies with. My mind returned time and again to the Momma’s-in-Waiting who hoped for a child to share Christmas with.
Yes, I thought about the Momma’s-in-Waiting, and the one I used to be.
I also thought about the multitudes of former Momma’s-in-Waiting who were experiencing Christmas morning through the eyes of children for the first time. I visualized them stumbling out of bed just in time to watch children rip open the wrapping they had spent hours taping together.
I thought about how their smiles, and hopeful expressions spoke volumes about their new Christmas mornings filled with the pure joy of believing little ones who were captivated by bright paper and pretty bows.
Yes, I thought about the former Momma’s-in-Waiting.
There was much love and thankfulness in our home on Christmas morning. Gifts were given, surprises were discovered, and laughter was heard throughout the home. Grandparents showed up in time to witness the absolute innocent thrill of childhood. It was truly a special day where memories were made.
Often though, my thoughts returned to that place of gratefulness for the gift of children that the Lord has given me, and so many other former Momma’s-in-Waiting. I marveled in the way He has worked it all out, and rejoiced in the gift of adding one more child to share Christmas with this year.
The contentment of a life lived in experiencing a faithful Lord is truly a blessing beyond comparison. It is a life lived in full awareness of just how merciful our Heavenly Father is.
On Christmas morning, I thought about the Momma’s-in-Waiting who long for the sheer delight of children to fill the halls of their home. I thought about their quiet hopefulness for children to share Christmas with. I thought about their desires to pass along traditions, or start new ones. I remembered their yearnings for answered prayers, or, just answers.
I also thought about the former Momma’s-in-Waiting who were waking up for the first time with a child or two eagerly guiding them to the Christmas tree. I thought about their contented and thankful hearts who understand that life will never be the same again.
On Christmas morning, I was reminded, yet again, about the mastery to which the Lord weaves our lives. I could not help but smile at the fulfillment of my prayerful longings to be a mother.
On the day where we celebrate the greatest Gift of all, I was reminded that children truly are a gift to this world.
Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him. -Psalm 127:3