My son

He is almost three weeks old.

He continues to make me paranoid over whether or not I'm doing the right things.

I constantly wonder what he's thinking and how he's feeling.


Each time I hold him I pray to the Lord that I don't trip or fall. That I be able to feed him well. That I be able to raise him well.

I'm not aiming for perfection; I only ask to be the parent he needs.

And God help me to demand only that he be as the Lord wills and never any less than that.