Last week my husband and I closed on refinancing our home,
which is such a relief for us. A nice perk was having the notary come to us
with the paperwork, which saved us some time and stress.
The most interesting part of the closing, however, was the
notary who helped us. She was a tall, beautiful woman, dressed professionally, who was originally from eastern Europe. When she first walked in, she noticed my son’s play
equipment and commented on them. So I told her a bit about him and his age. She
mentioned that she, too, has a son who’s about 16 months old and mentioned more
than once that he came late – late in her life, I presumed. She remarked that she hopes he remembers her as a young-looking woman.
During our time that afternoon, I discovered that she had
been married for 18 years and that their first (and only) child was born when
she was 43: the same age as me, with a similar home setting. I knew she must
have an interesting story, as I’m sure every woman who begins motherhood later
in life does. But I didn’t ask for details since it’s really none of my
business.
We later-in-life moms really are part of a growing demographic.
I was somewhat fascinated at our common life thread
nonetheless. When she mentioned for the second time that her son came late, I smiled
and said “I’d say he was right on time.” After all, who am I to say whether
someone is a latecomer or early bird? If I had conceived and given birth at any
other time, in any other month, I would not have the son I have now but a
different child. That’s just biological fact. And, I do believe that God has
purposed my son to arrive exactly when he has, and that He does not make
mistakes or simply work around mine.
It reminds me of Esther’s uncle when he told her that it was
very possible her circumstances as the new bride of a powerful king were no accident. Esther 4:14 NIV “… And who
knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?”
