Malcolm

Malcolm arrived in this world to thunderous applause, and he's never expected anything less.

On the night Malcolm was born, my husband, Don, was supposed to be leading a bible study. The entire group came to the hospital when they heard Malcolm was on his way. In addition, my friends Michelle and Heather came, as well as my mother, Don's parents, and a few other people. There were so many visitors, the reception desk ran out of name tags.

While I was pushing, Don was trying to keep from passing out, and the doctors and nurses were doing their work, the crowd gathered in the hall. When they heard Malcolm's first cry, they all cheered. What a reception for such a small human being!

I laugh when I look back on photos from that time, because there is one that, while it is focused on Malcolm, shows me in the background with an absolutely terrified look on my face. It reflects what was going through my mind at the moment, which was: "What have I gotten myself into?" Until 9 months prior to that moment, I had no intention of becoming a mother. In all seriousness, I had allowed for a fleeting thought of *maybe* trying to have kids, and was pregnant before I could give it a second thought. It was almost as if God acted before I could change my mind.

But, when all is said and done...I am so grateful for my little boy. Not only is he an absolutely wonderful ball of joy, but he has also made me a better person. I am convinced that motherhood is what has propelled me forward in maturity. So, while this blog will be greatly about the Marvelous Magnificence that is Malcolm, it will also be about my journey as a mother, and how this little man has shaped me.

I hope you'll stick around for the journey!