I was cropping photos on my computer, taken on Mother’s Day at my daughter’s house. My granddaughters were tickled to view them. Haylee, 6, was reading all the captions I added to the photos to her 4-year-old sister, Kinsey. We all sat giggling and laughing as each photo came into view. I’d written imaginary words for their little 6-month-old niece’s photos as she rolled over and did push-ups, (yes, yes…my granddaughters are Aunts to my great-granddaughter, Jocelyn).
Anyway, out of the blue, Haylee asks, “Grama, how old was Jocelyn when she was born?” I thought a minute and said, “Well, sweetie, she’d just been born.” She tried again.
“Well, how old was Mommy when she came out of your tummy? How old was I when I was born?” She was quite serious. This was not a trick question. I tried to explain when we’re born that’s when we start counting our age. She wasn’t buying that. I watched her eyes drift to thoughts inside her mind…I could almost hear the wheels turning.
“Mommy says…” (I knew I was in trouble) “…that when we grow inside a tummy we have…”.
Ah ha! Now I get it. I could see where she was coming from and interrupted. “Well, I think you were about 8 months and two weeks old when you were born. Mommy was 9 months when she was born. And Jocelyn was 9 months, too.”
“For You formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.” Psalm 139:13
I find it rather amazing that age has found a rightful place in the mind of my six-year-old granddaughter regarding life within a womb. I found it endearing that she took it totally for granted that when a person becomes pregnant, life begins and bursts into the world within 3 months of having a one-year birthday. Perhaps we all ought to start having birthday parties for our babies at 3 months to bring this truth to light for children having brothers, sisters, cousins and nieces.
God knows everything about us as He forms us in our mother’s wombs. He knows the hour we will come into the world and the second we will leave it. Life is so precious. So precious to God. When a sparrow falls to the earth, He knows. When a hair falls from our shoulders, He knows. God is the giver of life and life is His to control as long as we breathe and our hearts beat and beyond.
Someday, Haylee will be challenged by the world with liberal thoughts and scientific viewpoints of cells and tissue and planned parenthood. I take comfort in knowing she’s already grounded in the fact that God forms a baby the second He fuses the egg to her womb.
May all those who seek to end the life of God’s precious gift be convicted to turn from that worldly option. May they know that life within the womb is to be guarded, and cherished until it is born and then nourished, and guided in the ways of God.