Will was the one that gave us the title of 'parents,' 5 years after we decided we were ready to be parents. He taught us how to be a Mom and Dad. And we thought he hung the moon and was the smartest, cutest kid EVER. Being the oldest comes with those perks….until the siblings show up. Somehow we got blessed with 3 kids who were the smartest, cutest people ever!
Ella was also one that we waited on for 5 years. But she was the one we knew long before we met her. We called her by name. We knew (more than likely) she would be petite with black hair and dark almond eyes. When Will came into our family, he was already known as Ella’s brother. For 5 years everything was labeled “Before China” and “After China”.
Wyatt was the wild card. The unexpected one. The one we were unsure of, regarding his position in the family….would he end up being the baby, or the middle child? He took us all by complete surprise, as well as challenged us. His pregnancy was a challenge. Would he arrive as early as 26 weeks? Would he be full-term? Would he be healthy? Or have a heart condition? Of course, he was full-term and perfectly healthy, and just a little bit stubborn. I like to say he came into the world angry. Though, truthfully, he just came in stubbornly, and was pretty quiet until he was about 2 months old. (I honestly think those two months of quiet was a God thing. Both my grandparents passed the month after he was born. Wyatt was on his best behavior until then. Then he let loose.)
We found out Wyatt had Reflux, of course. Cranky. Inconsolable. Did not like to sleep thru the night for a year. Sensitive to foods. You name it, he had it. They say 'No child under a year gets strep….' Yup, he got it. We use to sing “Wyatt, Wyatt, please be quiet. Wyatt, Wyatt what’s the fuss about.” We sang it so often that Will could sing along too. Wyatt was not content being held, not in the swing, not in the car, not on the floor, not sitting up, not crawling, not in the tub, NOT EVER. Sometime in that first year I started praying that he could learn to be content. I prayed this verse multiple times a day for him (and for myself….):
For the last 2 years whenever he was in the midst of a fit, I would repeat the verse over and over. Turns out it also helped me be content with my unhappy child.
Philippians 4:12-13 (NIV)I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.
Occasionally, over the past few months, I would comment that he was the ONLY one of the trio to be content that day. Happy to play alone for the longest periods of time. Playing with one train or car, zooming it back and forth for what seemed like hours. And then it seemed that I was making that comment daily. And then it occurred to me that I had not been praying Phil 4:12 lately. And it HIT ME, he was CONTENT! Praise the Lord, he was CONTENT!
NOW,I should say, he is still Wyatt, and we still sing his song about being quiet, and our verse is repeated often. When he wants something, he wants it NOW. But for large chunks of time, he is my happy and content one….as long as you don’t mess with him.
He is our silly, goofy, cheese ball. He can crack you up with one look. My heart OVERFLOWS with joy and love for this one. I was worried that I might never say that about him. He tested me daily for 2 years. So many days I’d look at him and wonder…why a biological child? Why NOW? Why so close in age? I just did not understand the timing.
But now there are many days where he is our only comic relief. He is our consistent smiley face during the day. My cousin pointed out that maybe God sent him to us to round out the emotions of the other two. Despite his loud, tornado-like behavior….he is like the eye in the middle of the storm around here.
I didn’t see that personality trait brimming as I spent 2 years praying for contentment. But what a wonderful surprise and answered prayer!