My firstborn, Hannah, is such an incredible little girl. I say little because this week especially I’ve been thinking back over her last 9+ years of vibrant life since bringing her home as an infant. Hannah turns 10 this month.
I remember it vividly. On a March 17th evening, Brian and I headed over to Kalamazoo in a bitter cold, stress-filled blizzard. My husband was NOT going to deliver this baby alongside I-94 and I was on the same page. He doesn’t do well with medical situations, and besides, this baby was our first. By the grace of God and safe driving from my husband, we made it to Bronson Hospital in PLENTY of time.
Hannah Elizabeth was born @ 4:50pm on March 18th, 2004. Her name means grace and favor of God; looking back on my many parenting mishaps, I am so thankful for this… grace. Hannah has made me a better parent by showing me this free gift time and time again.
Pondering the last 9 years has been good for my soul. It has taken me from the present to recall memories and lessons past — a number of them still alive in my heart today. Two sweet memories advance to the forefront:
The first was when Hannah taught her brother Dawson at the young age of 2 about Jesus and was determined in making that happen. It is a beautiful memory that brings tears to my eyes how Hannah delicately and accurately taught the gospel message to her brother.
The second lesson was when we had just returned home from “running running running” from the demanding tasks a start-up church required. I settled Hannah & Dawson in and headed for the kitchen to do the dishes. I began cleaning and rinsing the dishes when I heard a small and gentle voice coming from behind me. It was Hannah, around age 4 at the time, with an innocent and heartfelt request…
“Momma, stop being a Martha and be a Mary. Let me do the dishes, you go rest. You need to go be with Jesus.”
I could not believe my ears. Where did she hear this? AND SHE WAS RIGHT! I really did need some downtime with Jesus. To just sit and spend time with Him. Mary DID choose what was better and my little girl was giving me an opportunity to do just that… and now. I walked away from the kitchen sink as little Hannah scooted her pink and white footstool up to the kitchen sink to pick up where I left off.
Fast forward five years, Hannah is still teaching me… and she is teaching her siblings.
For Dawson (7 years), she has taught him how to do the laundry, care for Elle, and clean up the kitchen.
For Elle (17 months), she is teaching her about animal sounds, reading, and just a few weeks ago, gave Elle her first baking lesson!
Happy Birthday, Hannah girl.
Thank you for an almost decade of memories… pondering YOU has been good for my soul.
“But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.”