Friends, it has been reconfirmed. The baby is mine!! She is so mine. The quite girl only needed a catalyst. She is loud people! So loud! And she is a child. She is not a calm collected 27-year-old in an 11-year-old body. Believe it or not, she jumps around the house singing, she even jumps up and down the couches and confidently asks for whatever she wants, any time of the day. The best part of the deal is that she doesn’t come to me. She hangs out with him (My husband) they even share secrets. One time we were having this deep mature discussion, and she suddenly started contributing her opinion as we stared, wondering ‘who is this girl?
I have always known her as a girl who doesn’t talk much, you might never notice her in a room. Some of our friends say they have never heard her voice. That’s why one day I blogged, ‘Is she really mine?’ I had prepared her for my wedding and marriage, she seemed to be okay with it. Maybe she thought things won’t change much. Of course we talked about the major changes, moving to live with my husband, who will be our head and her father. For her, it was more of ‘my business.’ She was more concerned about her flower girl role in the wedding. (She refused to be referred to as ‘flower girl’ so she was “the real princess” ) what she will wear, make up, and cake. The wedding went well, she felt like a princess and got her cake. Her day made.
If there’s a prayer I have always made concerning marriage is that God will bring along a man for me who will love me together with Sharline, that the three of us will blend well. God gave me exactly that! But I had not seen all of it. Jackson knew my daughter the moment he knew me. And the two are very good friends. But we had never lived together. So I was still in panic mode after the wedding. Fast forward to the first day the three of us spent the day together as a family:
I have never seen my child that bubbly, she was talking faster than usual, I got to know school dramas. she was even singing! People!! she was singing with my husband! wait, at the end of the day she stood and said she wants to pray, and made a loud Swahili prayer. We had both never had that experience. She has just become someone else, we love what she has become. She is evidently happy. For the first time, she did not want to go back to school. (Yes, the girl who used to cry when late by an hour) She has another person who genuinely cares about her and makes sure she is okay. I look at the two of them and I am reminded that God answers prayers. He is God. He makes things beautiful in its time. Trusting in Him is never in vain. He has done it for me. He has done it for us.
Let me now explain the title, from the time the two met, Sharline has been referring to him as ‘Uncle Jack’. I even told her ‘I m getting married to ‘Uncle Jack’. So we have embarked on the process of eliminating the ‘Uncle Jack’ to ‘Dad’. She is embracing it more than I am. I keep saying ‘Go ask uncle Jack’. Someone Help me!