An answer to prayer

I sit, holding Asa, watching him sleep. Mookie leans over to give him a kiss. I smile . . . then shudder.

For it occurs to me that this is how old Mookie was when his big brother died.

And I remember a moment a few days before that. I was sitting on the couch takinng off Mookie’s wallaby blanket in order to change his little diaper. The kids were running all over. Tiggy had a cold. The house was a mess. And I was overwhelmed.

I didn’t know how to get everything done, but mostly I was scared of getting pregnant again. I didn’t know how to take care of seven children. It didn’t make sense even then, but I remember praying for some help, some relief, some peace.

And on windy nights when I held a squirming Mookie too close through my tears I would think of that prayer and feel pangs of guilt. As if I had somehow asked for this because for one moment I was overcome by all the responsibilities before me. And it was hard to admit even to myself how much I wanted another child. And how difficult it was to go to the doctor and find out that the issues I was having didn’t really need treatment but would affect the likelihood of having another child. But I couldn’t really talk about that with anyone because who fights back tears over not being able to have a seventh child?

I knew my motives were mixed. I knew another child wouldn’t fill that hole Tiggy left. Nor would it take away an evening of feeling overwhelmed at the thought of a seventh. But feelings are what they are and mine longed for one more child to hold and to count and to raise.

And now here he is. Number seven. In my arms, asleep and showered with kisses by his big brother.

I lean over and whisper in his ear. “You are an answer to prayer, little Angel.” Because I want him to know that even as number seven, he wasn’t an accident. He wasn’t an after thought. He is our little “healer.” Our little reminder of “victory.” In Christ, over death and through new life.

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Dana homeschools her children on five acres in the country with her husband John.
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2 Responses to An answer to prayer

  1. Laraba Kendig says:

    I had 3 miscarriages after our 6th child was born, 3 in one year. I know that wasn’t nearly as hard as losing Tiggy, but obviously it was hard. I so wanted another child and had to lay it at the Lord’s feet because it seemed obvious that at age 39, my years of being able to care a child to term were over. I totally understand that longing for another baby when most of the world thinks having 6 is “more than adequate”.
    The amazing thing was that at age 41, I conceived and carried to term and then it happened again when I was 42, and now (at age 44) I’m 21 weeks pregnant with a child who will be our 9th living child (God willing.) So thankful for your new little son!

  2. Marian says:

    Welcome, to your Joy!

    You express yourself so beautifully, so honestly. Your honesty allows me to be honest with myself, even if I don’t share it with others.

    Tiggy is so alive to me through your writings and my heart is full for Asa. I love the names and nicknames of your children. They are all such a delight.


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