If you entertain anxiety and allow it to take root, like a rabid beast it can devour your every thought. But even though this opportunity to do what I love, what I’m CALLED to do made me immediately question myself, I didn’t let anxiety win. I barely even let it in.
No parent is perfect, just as no child is perfect. Along with that, I don’t know any parents out there that think they have it all figured out and don’t need any help. I certainly don’t feel that way. On a weekly if not daily basis I feel like I have failed to meet the needs of my kids. My aim in this series of blog posts is to break down some of the more complex topics surrounding parenting and make it simple, and practical, knowing that overall there is nothing simple about parenting.
On a beautiful evening in Dallas Texas, just as the sun was beginning to set on the horizon, the first chapter of The Book of Eli was penned by the creator of the universe. Eli Justin Brumit, my second son, was born three and a half weeks early at 4:58pm on Thursday, November 15th. He weighed 6lbs 6oz, was 18 3/4 inches long and he was perfect. Since that moment he has passed every test, met every benchmark and he went home less than 48 hours after he was born, ahead of schedule.