I have several friends who have the wonderful significance of being the mothers of three sons. It seems like I heard a saying back when their sons were young that made me smile, "There is a special place in heaven for the mother of three boys." Since I only had two sons, I felt somewhat left out.
Last Saturday I hosted a baby shower for the mother of five sons.
Her newest male offspring arrived about six weeks ago. Oohing and ahhing to beat the band reverberated from corner to corner of my house as this sweet soul was admired and passed around from willing arm to willing arm. There was food aplenty and a superfluous amount of boy presents, as well as a time set aside for prayer blessings and words of encouragement for the mother and her son.
It was an age-old ritual of ladies of all ages coming together for the express purpose of celebrating a baby.
Blues of the highest order.
