33 years ago today, two special people were preparing the world for you.
On this day, March 22, 1982, I was born with high aspirations of becoming the next famous athlete, doctor, or President of the United States just like any parent has for their children. Raised in the lower-middle class America, where yes ma’am and please is a must, I was being prepared for you.
I spent many summers mowing the 10 acre field with a push mower, going to work with my dad for 10+hour days, and riding the tractor while plowing garden. I was being prepared to become a hard worker. I was being prepared for you.
In elementary school, I was the kid the size of people two years ahead. Picked on by the older people, never let it bother me too bad. I was being prepared to handle being picked-on. I was being prepared for you.
I spent many of years in church listening to my dad preach, even while playing tic-tac-toe I was still listening. While it was dad’s job to instill faith in me and secure my future, I was being prepared for you.
The once overachiever in middle school when I firmly believed that my future and my world would be determined by how well I did in school. Turned underachiever when I realized that all A’s isn’t going to change who I can become if I make A’s and B’s. I was being prepared to handle your academic struggles. I was being prepared for you.
I moved off to community college where I often joke that they taught me economics too early. I realized that I would be far better off without a college education and flexible work hours. I was being prepared to handle your financial needs, and flexibility for Dr’s appointments. I was being prepared for you.
Shortly after dropping out of college, I moved back home and met the most beautiful person inside and out. Your mom and I fell in love with almost nothing in common and began our journey together. Till this day I don’t know of any one personally who has been proposed to in a carriage ride through the snow in the middle of Central Park. I was preparing myself to be an over the top husband, but I was really being prepared for you.
None of this was clear until one night in my sisters garage. Almost a full year before we knew of your diagnosis my purpose in life had become clear. Everything that I have faced growing up was preparing me for you.
As I look back on the past few years and seeing how you’re no longer a candidate for any clinical trials I wonder exactly why God chose to spare your life once already. I can’t help but wonder what God is preparing you for.