When I was 27 years old my doctor told me that I would probably never have children. At that time I was single, and I wondered if I would ever be married. It was a difficult time in my life, but I knew God had a plan for me. Three years later I met and married my husband. I confided to him that we might not have biological children, so we looked forward to the possibility of one day adopting. Therefore, you can imagine the amazement we felt when, seven months into our marriage, we found out we were expecting our daughter.
Makaylan is now six months old, and over the last several months people have sought to give my husband and me some “advice” regarding parenting. The advice normally sounds like this: Enjoy this stage because it all goes downhill from here…This is when they are sweet, and then they grow up to be a three-year old, a pre-teen, and a teenager…I remember when mine were this little and now they are a pain… Most of the time this “advice” is given right in front of their children and my heart breaks. What this precious child hears is that they were once valued, but now they are an inconvenience.read more