Babies and blessings

Earlier this week, readers of left-leaning media were spoon-fed another dose of anti-child propoganda in an article from the Washington Post titled “5 charts that show why it costs nearly a quarter-million dollars to raise a kid today“. Whew… a mouthful of a headline, but in case you don’t read further, it gets the message across: babies are crazy expensive!

Lifesite News shortly afterward published a more realistic perspective on the cost of raising children, pointing out that the more you have, the less expensive they become.

onesieThere is no doubt that children cost money, from the first bottle of prenatal vitamins to the final semester of college tuition. And while it might be interesting to learn the statistics on family spending, I’m not thinking of imminent costs when I look at my baby boy, because he’s worth so much more than a quarter-million dollars.

Price tags aside, I’ve found one single thing that’s kept my personal cost of raising a child to an almost insignificant amount: Christian charity. And in a world that’s always counting the cost, we need a little more of it if we want to encourage mothers to keep having babies.

…Remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said: ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’
Acts 20:36

So blessed then, are men like my husband… who give their wives the wonderful privilege of staying at home to raise their children, who work tirelessly to provide for their families, and who make daily sacrifices that they may not have to worry about childcare.

So blessed are women like my friend, Dawn… who selflessly offer their time and care to babysit at no cost, just to make a few of life’s occasions easier for mamas like me.

So blessed are sisters-in-law… who pass along enough nice-as-new, hand-me-down furniture, clothes and toys that moms like me don’t have to spend a dime furnishing a nursery.

So blessed are grandparents and great grandparents and aunts and uncles… who love on new babies like it’s their job, continuously celebrating their cherished life with special gifts sent for no particular reason, other than wanting to share love with the baby.

So blessed are moms like my friend Kimberly… who, with lots of kiddos of their own, offer practical advice that saves you precious pennies – like using a laundry basket in the bathtub instead of a fancy seat!

So blessed are the strangers at the grocery store, the mall and the hospital… who help bag your groceries when they see your hands are full, who run to grab doors, to load your trunk, to reach what you can’t, who get you diapers when your baby has a blowout and you’ve forgotten to refill your bag before a midnight emergency room visit.

So blessed is every hand that touches my child’s life that I may not have to count the cost of raising him to adulthood.

No mother should be scared out of having children because of their cost. If we lived in a world that placed a higher value on sharing, giving, and providing for new moms, we might be able to celebrate more births, lose fewer “unwanted” babies, and be a better example of Christ in supporting struggling moms… that they may be reminded of the glory of their vocation as mothers.

“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.  She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.  She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.  Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:  ‘Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.’
Proverbs 31:25-29

2 thoughts on “Babies and blessings

  1. Katy, I absolutely loved this. I agree with everything you have written in this blog. Thank you for having the courage to write it.

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