We blessed Milo at church this past Sunday.
I love baby blessings, but especially my baby’s blessings.
Curtis has such a way with words,
and you can tell he really makes an effort to make their blessings meaningful and special.
Yesterday, as I sat at the park watching the boys play, thinking about the blessing and Ande’s birthday,
I suddenly became overwhelmed with responsibility-
the responsibility of raising these precious souls.
There are so many things I want them to know and be.
What if I am not doing this parenthood thing right?
I want my boys to be brave, kind, smart, and gracious.
I want them to be strong, healthy, respectful, and to have a love for the gospel.
Knowing that it’s my responsibility to make sure they turn out like that kind of scares me.
What if I screw up?
All I know is that I need to be a little better.