Like Father. Like Son

One of the most beautiful parts of welcoming a new baby into the family is watching her big siblings melt as they hold her. My heart melts as I watch them.

I knew the girls would love holding little Ella. They adore her. Rose already has a knack for calming her cries. It’s precious.

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But I’ve been blown away with Will’s tenderness toward her, especially since he wanted another brother so badly. Despite his initial disappointment, she’s stolen a sweet spot in his heart. He will happily sit and just gaze into her eyes as she stares up at him. She even gave him a toothless baby grin. I’m not certain it was entirely involuntary.

Watching him with her fills my heart with gratitude. Not just for melt-my-heart-moments in the midst of the squabbles and diaper changes, but for their daddy who models such tenderness for them.

I missed posting sweet sentimental pictures on Father’s Day. I didn’t even write him a card. But every day he makes me grateful that he’s the father of my children.

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I’m grateful that he comes home after a long day at work and still has patience to calm a crying baby or flip big siblings upside-down to walk on the ceilings.

I’m grateful for the hours and hours he’s spent reading to us: from Scriptures, from children’s classics like Winnie-the-Poohand from crazy long series like Lord of the Rings. 

I’m grateful for the amazing things he builds for them.

I’m grateful that he models the type of man I want my daughters to marry and the type of man I want my sons to become.

I’m so grateful we get to experience this parenting adventure together.

(On a completely unrelated note: we didn’t learn the trick to successful bottle-training, for times we want a night out without needing to nurse a baby, until our fifth child. It’s so simple. Introduce the bottle between three and four weeks. Success! Woo-hoo! Thanks, Amber!)