I want a crying new born.
I want a tumbling one-year-old.
I want a terrible two-year-old.
I want a talkative three-year-old.
I want a curious four-year-old.
I want a growing five-year-old.
I want a sassy pre-teen.
I want a know-it-all teenager.
I want an independent young adult.
You were chosen for me
I will cuddle my new born when she cries.
I will catch my one-year-old when she falls.
I will carefully discipline my two-year-old when she is terrible.
I will acknowledge my three-year-old when she talks.
I will investigate with my four-year-old when she is curious.
I will nurture my five-year-old as she grows.
I will love my pre-teen when she is sassy.
I will speak truth to my know-it-all teen.
I will encourage my young adults independence.
I was chosen for you.
Having a child is less about how convenient it is for me and more about who I choose to be in the process for the betterment of this little child. She isn’t always going to act the way I want her to but I can choose how to respond.