In the midst of preparing for our annual spring garage sale, I’ve escaped the abyss of clothing, games, and home décor to type this post. I was inspecting, folding, and pricing my children’s outgrown outfits when I came across a small, sauce-stained tee bearing the slogan: “Worth the Wait”. I lovingly touched it and was flooded with memories.
Many months later I began to see clearly the missing puzzle piece that I’d once chalked up to poor table manners. It was trust. So simple, so obvious, yet so easily misread. God’s grace triumphed, though. He knows what I never will. He prompted me to prepare for attachment parenting even though I’d fail to see all the ways and places our child needed it. Things like massaging our son with baby lotion, prolonging cuddly bottle feedings, and giving a million Eskimo kisses helped us to bond and, in turn, address those trust issues slowly but surely.
The “Worth the Wait” shirt will be packed into our son’s LifeBox today. It’s tempting to bleach out the marinara patch, but I think I’ll leave it. It’s a good memory… of where we began and just how far we’ve come.