Her crazy, number obsessed mother wants to use a protector to make sure she is lifting her head 45 degrees.
The baby has made me so just how narrow my mind is. I can only see black and white, right and wrong. Either she is on target for all developmental milestones, which is the correct way to be, or she is not.
I’m not good at the intricate complexities of individuality.
I’m learning she is the perfect Zoya, created unique and special. Can I learn I’m the perfect Camila, created unique and special? It’s scary how soon my own corrupt ways of thinking can affect my child. And yet it’s amazing how much they can change your ways of thinking and how fast.
Now I understand what it means to pray, God make me a better me.
God Provides for Us 
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