Today before and after church, I did something that I've never done before- went to the baby section of the store. You know, the scary pink and blue section where children scream and parents never come out of. I know it seems like a small feat, but for me it's always been weird. I always felt out of place, like other moms could use their spider senses and just know that I didn't belong. But, now that we have the hope of having children again, I'm easing into those aisles. Here are a few things I've learned so far:
1. Walmart doesn't believe in dads. All of their stuff says "Mommy's little angel", "Mommy's cupcake", and "Mommy's princess", but what about "My dad's a rockstar" or "My daddy can beat up your daddy with just one of his 42 Nerf guns in the upstairs closet"? Maybe that was too specific.
2. I have a hard time laying down serious cash for something my child is only going to drool, poop, and throw up on. I'm thinking that we'll just cover everything in plastic wrap and be done with it.
And lastly...
3. Tater Tot doesn't need stuff. They need food, a roof over their head, and to know that God (and their new family) loves them unconditionally.
In the several hours (and several phone calls to friends asking "what the heck is this thing?") I did get one baby item, a bouncer. I kept finding myself looking at it in the rearview mirror while I drove home and just smiling. I can't believe that we're at this point. I can't believe that I had a reason to go to the baby section and I can't believe the love that I already have for our little one. And incredibly, this must be just a small fraction of how much God loves us.
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