Once upon a time . . .
There was a home-schooling family with six children. Like other families, they were busy with academics, extra-curricular and church activities, chores and more. But something was missing. In fact, someone was missing. Soon, a new baby was on the way and due the day before the twin daughters’ sixteenth birthday. Wouldn’t it be funny if he were actually born on their day too? But God gave him a birth date of his own a week early, and this family of nine settled into a routine and enjoyed the little blond-haired, blue-eyed boy added to their family.
His first year passed like a blur and then it was his sisters’ birthday. Plans were made. A cake was baked. But there was no celebration because on that day, their father went home to heaven.
The children—except for the little blond boy, who was too young to understand—mourned their great loss, but as a credit to the wonderful man their father was, they remained a strong family. Though the mother grieved, she knew their family, even with their loss, was the only one the little boy would ever know. She was determined to give him a secure, happy home like her other children had known. So, the little blond-haired, blue-eyed boy had two big brothers, twin sisters, two even bigger brothers, and a mom who loved him very much. When he was three-year’s old, the little boy’s doctor gave him a special diagnosis. So, he attended a preschool for other special boys and girls, where their teacher told stories about families with mommies and daddies who loved each of them very much. Even though the little blond-haired boy had so many people who loved him, he began to wonder why he didn’t have a daddy like the other children in his class.
[If this were a movie instead of a blog, here’s where we’d cue in the lyrics to Brad Paisley’s 1999 tear-jerking, hit song, “He Didn't Have To Be.” If you don't remember the song, you can read the lyrics here.]
When the little boy was 4-and-a-half, his mother started dating someone who didn’t run at the thought of raising a little boy at the time when his own son was ready to graduate.
Two months after he turned five, the little boy’s mother married Steve. The boy said, “When I lived in Texas, you were Steve. Then, I moved to Florida, and now you’re Daddy.”
After seemingly endless nights of the mother tucking her child into bed alone. Now, the new man in their lives knelt by her side.
Last night, when she tucked her special little boy into bed, she told him what she’d told all her children when they were young, “Mommy loves you. Daddy loves you. But who loves you most of all?” The expected answer: “Jesus.” Instead, the special little boy said, “Daddy. I love him the best.”
The boy’s mother might have been hurt or disappointed, since she’d cared for him on her own for many years. Instead, she rejoiced. After all, Daddy was fun and made the little boy laugh. He was big and strong enough to carry the tired boy up the stairs at night. Most of all, he chose to come into the little boy’s life—and that of his older brothers, and his sisters and his even bigger brothers—even though Steve didn’t have to . . .
But we’re so thankful he did!
But we’re so thankful he did!
. . . And they all began living Happily Ever After.
Your turn. Tell me about someone who's unexpectedly blessed your life.
~Roxanne Sherwood Gray