As I sit here, still awaiting the imminent birth of Baby (#4) “Button”, I have my last baby on my mind. Maclane was #3, and he was supposed to be the last baby. I think, because of that, I’ve seen him as a ‘baby’ much longer than the other two. Of course, in reality, he’s very much a big boy now. He is three years and three months old, and he talks up a storm. Sometimes, only I can understand his continuous monologue, but he keeps on all the same. During the day, Maclane is independent, assertive, and curious. He has something to do all the time. At night, however, he is Mama’s baby.
Yes, yes, I know. The title of this post is also the title of a popular Christian book for girls about remaining a virgin until marriage. That is absolutely not, however, what I intend to write about today. Although I think the message of that book is wonderful, I think it’s clear that, for me, that ship has sailed. Ten years after getting married, however, I find myself a different kind of ‘lady in waiting’.