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God had a plan for my forties. It wasn't anything I ever dreamed of but it has brought our family tremendous joy. Amanda Jean joined our family 10 months ago and like my son said, "How can it be that it feels like she was always a part of us?" Yes indeed. She has been our ray of sunshine. Our twenty-one -year old son drove home that first weekend, nine long hours, just to welcome his little sister.
 
My husband and I agree on one thing~God intended young people to have children. We don't have as much energy as we did with our other children. Sometimes we feel old but other times a baby brings us back into a world of youth. One of my siblings said, "Poor Amanda! She will be growing up in the old people's home." I hope not.
 
Some of the things I love about having a baby at this stage of my life:
1. A priceless gift is seeing my teenagers playing with a baby. It brings such joy to my heart.
2. I have a connection with the young mothers at church and I have learned a lot from them.
3. When you feel sad all your teens are moving on with life, busy with school and jobs, you know you have a little one who still needs you.
4. It has made me see the world through the eyes of a child once again.


I hope I never forget the joy of motherhood. It's an incredible privilege. Please remind me of that when she's two and I'm trying to keep up with her.
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damar said…
I never realized that you are the one with the fabric store in Oregon. :)
I am sure that little Amanda brought lots of change into your life.
My children aren't as old as yours, but I can relate to what you said about watching your older children interact with your baby. I love watching my 13 year old son play with his little sister. :)
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