I’ve been troubled lately. When I’m troubled, I usually write. I have to tell you, this post has been difficult to write.
My husband and I made the announcement that I am expecting our first child about 6 weeks into my pregnancy. The overwhelming response I’ve gotten is something along the lines of, “It’s a little soon to be sharing that, isn’t it?”
That troubles me.
Of course I understand the source of their hushed concern. Pregnancy is a delicate matter. It’s 9 months of baited breath and unknowns. Sometimes the anxiousness is met with a happy resolution, and sometimes it isn’t.
Just yesterday, a fellow mommy-to-be and I were talking about how the worry of “too soon” is oddly applied to baby bumps. How can you share good news too soon? When you tell someone you’ve just bought a puppy, do they respond with, “O, gosh. I hope they don’t get run over by a truck. Puppies are prone to run in front of cars, you know.”
What is it about a pregnant woman’s news that we collectively draw a deep breath and try to prepare her for the worst? Maybe we, collectively, don’t know how to receive good news.
Yes, the awful thought of losing my baby before I get to count their fingers and toes has come to mind, but it hasn’t come to pass. We care so deeply about our children precisely because they are so precious; how can you hold a precious gift at arm’s length until it is safe to draw them nearer?
None of us know the span of our life, none of us. Only the Lord. I’m inviting you to live your life as it comes, and come alongside others as they live theirs. I invite you to not anticipate the worst before it happens and not explain away the best when it does.
I invite you to be present.