A Boy and a Basket

Today my boy got his first basket...And I missed it...And my heart broke.  It wasn't because I wasn't paying attention. I was. I was looking at him, at his brother on the bench and at his sister cheering on the side.  But somehow, he put the ball up, he made it and I missed it. There will be other baskets.  But this was the first and it stung a bit because I've missed so many firsts in his little life. 

I missed his first smile, his first steps and his first word.  I missed his first day of school and his first skinned knee.  It wasn't because I wasn't looking.  It was because he wasn't mine.  I was reminded of that simple truth today. I was reminded that although I missed his first basket, God saw it.  And although I missed so many other firsts, God saw them.  He saw every single one. Because he's His. 

My little guy belonged to another mom before he came to me.  He belonged to God all along.  God always sees him, even when I can't.  I'm so thankful that  he's more His than he's mine.  God's gaze is never hindered.  They'll be other baskets and other firsts.  I'll keep watching.  And I'll keep looking to the Father Who never takes His eyes off of both of us.