I’ve always been a lover of babies and babies have almost always loved me. I don’t know if it is something about my face or my voice, but it is a very rare baby that doesn’t respond to me with a lot of joy. So when I was expecting Caroline, I expected to really enjoy her as a baby. I thought the time between infant/baby and age three or so would be my least favorite.
In actuality, it has turned out just the opposite.
I did not enjoy the infant stage as much as I thought I would. (That’s another post.) But I have absolutely loved the 18-23 months we’ve been going through.
Part of it is just the relationship. When she was an infant, there simply was not enough relationship for me to enjoy. (That’s another post, too.) But this little chatty, inquisitive, learning something new every hour child is just a delight to me.
Last weekend when we sat down in church before the service started, Caroline promptly jumped back down and began pulling the Bibles out of the pew rack. As she handed one to me and then one to David, she loudly pronounced, “Bible!” When she was done distributing the Bibles, she climbed back on to the pew and said, “Amen!” At the very least, the pastor and elders know that we are teaching her something at home! But I was so thrilled that she made the connection between what goes on at home and what goes on at church.
Last week I asked her, “Who loves you?” I was fully expecting her to answer, “Mama” or “Daddy.” Her answer? “Jesus.” My heart was just filled with joy! So I asked her who else loved her. “God.” I stopped asking the question. That was enough for me!