This week was one for the books in The Modlin Homestead. For the first time, our hens hatched a pair of chicks. All of my children were completely smitten with these babies and the entire experience. Even the two year old, we’ve affectionately named The Jalonator, couldn’t stop the ooohs and aaahs. I loved the way each child was drawn into the process of a new life joining the world and how much concern they had for the viability of each chick trying to hatch. If you’ve ever experienced the hatching of any oviparous animal, you Know what I mean when I say, it is a painstaking process. I was happy to see them so interested over a long period of time.
While we were schooling in the house, every hour one of my children would exclaim, ” We better go check on the chicks!”. We’d all agree and head down to the coop to see what progress, if any, was made. This went on all day until we finally came out one last time to the baby chick emerging with the help of the mama hen. We were so excited, and I was particularly entranced with the way this mom knew what to do. As the baby was half way out of it’s shell the mama hen would peck away at some of the pieces. It was amazing to watch the nature in which God created these animals. My daughter and I were crouched down watching intently, and every once in a while we would look at each other– in a “Look at this baby chick and it’s mom, they’re doing it!” kind of way. If you ever get a chance to chat with Briella and ask her what she’d like to be when she grows up, she’ll tell you she’s going to be a midwife. So things surrounding the birth of any kind really gets her attention, and I absolutely love this about her.
Briella is my first daughter following the birth of our three sons. The day I found out we would be blessed with a girl, I couldn’t contain my tears. I adore my boys, but I just couldn’t wait to have a baby I’d be able to doll-up. I daydreamt of all things pink, pedicures, bows, and to find a best friend in her when she became a woman. I was so ready! When she was born, it wouldn’t be more than a couple of hours before nurses from different floors were coming into my room to witness the baby girl that was wearing a pink bow bigger than her head.