That was the question I got last night from my four-year old. I lifted up my shirt just enough to reveal my still-flat(ish) tummy. "No! I want to SEE the baby! When is he coming out?!?" It's gonna be a while, sweetie. About seven months.
Then he and big brother notice the funny texture of the skin in this area. Yes, my "family of stretch marks." "Why is it like that?" they ask. That's just what often happens when God grows a baby, and then another baby, and then another baby in a mommy's tummy.
Today, my six-and-a-half-year-old asked to see my baby again. That surprised me because he knows the baby is not visible and that it will be a long time yet. "Okay," I said as I humbly lifted my shirt again. He gently touched the sagging, pathetic skin and said, "I like that God gave you skin like this here." I just smiled.
Yeah, I have got to admit that even though I occasionally dream about a tummy tuck, I am glad that the Lord marked my body with visible reminders of the sacrifice it takes to be a mom. Our bodies are the first great sacrifice we make - but only the first of many sacrifices. As a mom you give and give and give of yourself - your time, your emotions, your heart, and your body. And in return, we receive an even bigger blessing - the joy of watching our children grow and, I pray, become what God intends them to become.
So wear those marks with pride and joy!