WHAT WILL IT BE LIKE?

Helen Adams

What will it be like, this little one coming so soon now? I feel those shifts and strong kicks inside of me and I wonder. Will he be a boy, tall and handsome like his father before him? Will she be a girl, pretty and sweet who will steal the boys’ hearts? Will it have the temper I try so hard to hide and the ready laugh that breaks through my Ben’s frown when he tries so hard to be stern? I see this dear child in my mind sometimes, so clearly that I could almost cry for the joy of it, and yet I wonder every day what it will be like. What color eyes, what color hair, a delicate face or a strong one? Dear God, please just let this baby be healthy and whole.

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What will it be like, this new child of mine? I look at my two boys and feel the pride coursing through me. I know with certainty that this new arrival will claim an equal share of my heart for its own. Will I soon have a new son that I will teach to ride and shoot and to care for the land alongside his brothers? Or will I have my first daughter, a little girl with her mother’s beauty and inner fire that I can pet and spoil, if only just a little. I’ve missed the sound of a baby’s cry, that look in the eyes as they stare up at me, so trusting, not knowing that there is anyone else in the whole wide world but us. It is so short a time now and yet it seems forever to wait.

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What will it be like, to be a big brother at last? I promise I will be a good brother to him and protect him from harm. I will show him all the things that Adam showed to me. We will fish and hunt and camp together, catch frogs and snakes and other wonderful things. I will give him a puppy, teach him to ride and always defend him from bullies. I will be there to hug him when he cries. Papa says maybe Mama will give me a sister, but I know this baby will be a boy’ cause I asked God for a little brother. Papa says the baby will be here this month and now every day I try to imagine what it will be like.

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What will it be like to have a new person in our house? The only baby I remember in my life was Hoss. With Mama dead and Pa still grieving, he and I had no one but each other. Sometimes I fear that God hates me for something and that is why he keeps taking Pa away from me. My own mother died bringing me into the world, and Pa couldn’t bring himself to love me without her. Then Inger made him happy again and Hoss made him happier still, but then she died Pa was too sad and too busy to spend much time with me. When we settled here and built a home for just the three of us, things were suddenly just about perfect. Then Pa married Marie and I hated her at first, thinking she would take Pa away again. I was wrong that time but what will happen now? Marie will soon have her own baby and I know that all of Pa’s attention will go to this new son or daughter. But what if I’m wrong again? What if I can’t help loving this baby any more than I could its mother? What if this family is happier than we’ve ever been before? What will it be like?

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The baby has come at last. The house is quiet now as the new arrival’s family stands over the cradle watching him sleep. He is tiny and perfect and his eyes button tight as he yawns, stirs and makes a little fuss. Four hands reach to touch him, to settle him down once again.

"His hair will be curly and his eyes will be green", whispers Marie, echoing the words of the midwife as she strokes the fine soft down covering his head. He is whole and he is healthy. Thank you, God for these things.

"Our son will be strong, just feel that grip on my hand," breathes Ben with delight as he strokes the fingers of one tiny fist, marveling anew at the possibilities in this new baby boy. The first of my sons to be born on the Ponderosa. A new life to join the family in our new future.

"Look how little he is," Hoss murmurs with awe. "Ain’t Joseph Francis an awful lot of name for someone no bigger than a minute, Pa? I think I’ll call him Little Joe. Do you think it’ll be a long time before he’s big enough to play with?" I hope he grows up quick. I got a lot of important things to show him!

Adam strokes his finger over one tiny foot. He raises shining eyes to the family around him and smiles, seeing their love reflected back at him. The bad is all over now and maybe we’re going to be happy forever and ever. I wonder what that will be like?

The End