*This post, prompted by events last weekend, has been brewing for a long time.
I work with you as you build your families, doing the hardest work a woman could ever do – giving birth to a baby.
I see you.
I see you as you make decisions that are best for your baby.
Mama, I see you. I see you learning all you can to give your baby holistic health. I see you during the morning sickness, the aches, the heavy days, and watch you give your baby what it needs before birth. I see you as you struggle to nourish your baby breastfeeding. I see you struggle with those who wonder why. I see you beyond exhausted yet continuing to nurture.
Daddy, I see you. I see you nurture your wife. I see you take your shirt off and put your brand new baby on your chest. I see you fight for your wife’s wishes, read about birth, go to childbirth classes, and support your wife’s breastfeeding. I see you care for your wife and baby during the night and work all day. I see as you wrap fabric around your baby and proudly carry your baby. You do not count the cost because your family is priceless. I see you.
In your community, I see you. I see you as you make choices to lay aside your middle through upper class comforts to move into an area full of poverty and neglect to care for the very hearts of your neighbors. I saw you this past weekend drop all of your plans on a Saturday to help a single mother move on a minute’s notice.
I see you as you open your homes to children in the foster care system. I see you as your schedules become one of court dates, social worker visits, doctor’s appointments, and visitation for these children.
I see you as your hearts desire to give a home to the fatherless, the abandoned, the abused, and the neglected. I see you pour out love on these children, learn about the effects of trauma, learn about their special physical needs, and leave no stone unturned to bring healing. I see you rally together to raise the funds for your friends to give these children a family.
I see you as you care for your neighbors and each other. I see the comfort you could have but set aside in order open your homes to others. I see your struggles through work, ministry, and life. I see that all of these things have not dampened your generosity. I see you value the eternal. I could go on and on.
I see you. I am amazed. I am humbled.
With deeep regard,
A Baby Boomer
Known by love