The idea hit me while I was driving home after school drop-off. I remembered the Dr. Seuss classic, Oh, The Places You’ll Go! and I knew instantly that it was going to be the theme of the baby shower my mom is throwing for us.

I got home and immediately looked up decoration ideas. I wanted something simple but cute, when I saw a cutout of the phrase, “Kid, you’ll move mountains!”

I didn’t know what it was at first, but boy did it hit me like a steamroller. I saw that phrase and I just broke down into heaving sobs over my longganisa meal from Mcdonald’s. Seeing the phrase this morning, one that I’ve read so many times to my son, suddenly felt like a revelation.

This pregnancy has been a tough one. Bed rest, bleeding, contractions, limitations; I’ve been feeling very frustrated and cooped up, constantly battling the emotions that threaten to overwhelm me each day. I’ve been so focused on how tough it has been on me that I haven’t really put enough thought into what kind of person I’m going to be bringing into this world. I had no idea what kind of little girl this one was going to be, no vision of the person we were going to raise.

Kid, you’ll move mountains!

I think I cried because it felt like I was hearing words from God. It hit me on a spiritual level. Your daughter is going to be a mountain mover. She’s going to be fearless and kind. I’m going to be with her as she discovers all of these unknown places with no fear in her heart. 

It was an overwhelming vision of Elon and his sister, my strong oak tree and my mountain mover, moving through life together, loving and supporting each other, from now until always. Two people that God weaved in my womb, tucked safely in the arms of Jesus, living life much better than their dad and I ever could.

I claim all of this. I can’t wait.