Two things happened yesterday: 1. Pablo and I turned 3 years old, and 2. Levi slept from 9:30pm-5:30am (something he has done only a couple other times). Both of these things got me in a very sentimental mood and thinking about growing up.
For Levi, the growth is very tangible. I already miss his newborn cry, and the itty bitty diapers that were still too big for him when we brought him home from the hospital. I miss the different faces he made when he was asleep at the very beginning (don’t get me wrong, watching him sleep now is one of the most peaceful sights in life, but the change is very noticeable to me). And how about the fact that he has more than doubled in size! And while I am mourning the loss of these things and how my son is growing up so quickly, I know that before long he will outgrow his bouncy seat, or the baby bathtub, or will no longer need to wear clothing with snaps, or will no longer need me to nurse him (I think this day will truly break my heart). I know that as he grows, I will delight in every new development that each stage brings (like him discovering his hands, or learning to talk, or learning to draw), but with each new stage will there always be this sense of loss associated with the one he has just grown out of?
Similarly, Pablo and I have grown significantly in the last 3 years. Some of the signs of growth are more tangible than others: we no longer live in a studio apartment with no interior walls; we have moved all the way across the country and have begun to build a life here in the Midwest; we have a son – something that I never planned on having! But the real areas of change are far less tangible, and those are the areas of growth where the stretching has been most painful: learning how to fight fair (those first 6 months we did not fight fair!); figuring out how to communicate about sensitive things like how we both have hopes and dreams and they can’t always co-exist at the same time; sex – that’s a biggie; believing that God is on our side and is our Provider; figuring out what it means to have a job that is ministry and encroaches on our personal space, time, and finances; figuring out what aspects of each other’s culture we are going to make a part of our own culture, and what aspects we are choosing to eliminate…
The last 3 years, as well as the last 3 months (Levi turned 3 months old this past week), have been a time of intense refinement – sometimes more painful than others – but I guess it can just be summed up as growing pains. But, like missing Levi’s newborn cry even though I love the new stage of being able to make him laugh, I miss our studio apartment even though I love our house and all that it contains.