03 Apr Hope in the Wait
Like many almost-4-year-olds, Arella changes her mind ALOT. Last week she said for her birthday she wanted My Little Ponies around the side of the cake and a big spider on top. Well, if that’s what my sweet girl wants, then by golly, I’ll stick a giant spider on top of that cake, but knowing my girl, she’ll change her mind a few hundred more times. So on the way to gymnastics the other day, I asked her again what she would like on her cake. Apparently, we’ve moved on to pink unicorns this week.
That led into a conversation about birthdays and ages. Not too long ago the girls informed me that you had to be at least 5 years old to drive a car, and Mommy is the ripe old age of 6. But I think they’re figuring things out. They told me more recently that their “babies” were 10 years old and 31. Way more accurate. I digress.
Arella was proudly announcing that she will be 4 on her birthday and Zoe chimed in that on her birthday she would be 4 also, like Lala. I told Zoe that was right but her birthday was a little farther away. We talked about the names of our birthday months and who shares birthday months with us. Then out of the blue, Arella asked, “When is Dakaia’s birthday?”
Zoe showing me how old the girls going to be.
Caught a little off guard, I told her we didn’t know yet. I tried to explain that one day we will get a picture of her and on that day, we’ll know her birthday, too. Then Zoe, holding up four fingers asks, “Is Dakaia going to be this many, too?” “No,” I said, “Dakaia will be baby Zadok’s age or even smaller.”
After a moment of silence as we all contemplated the unknowns of Dakaia, Arella announced, “Mommy, I just want to hold her like this!.” And she wrapped her arms around herself as tight as she could with a proud, big sister smile.
Arella was more than happy to reenact how she wants to hold Dakaia!
Waiting is hard. Not knowing is hard. Explaining these tough concepts to little ones is hard. But I know this: the hope we have in Christ allows us to love through the hard.