we had our first piece of property stolen from us about a week ago. it was only a matter of time living here. our neighbor actually had a rock (or something) thrown into their window a couple weeks ago. as of today, the neighborhood we have moved into is ranked 45th highest in violent crime out of 209 neighborhoods in Los Angeles County (according to the searchable “neighborhood” section in the LA Times <about one of the only things that the paper’s got going for it>. so the other evening i walked outside to water our front lawn and realized our hose was missing…as well as the reel container the hose was in…that was nailed into the ground.
after getting over our initial surprise…we, oddly enough, just laughed. Ji figured if they went through all the trouble of getting the nail pegs out of the ground they probably needed it a lot more than we did. it is such a minor thing in the scope of things. we have so little to complain about living here. it is so much nicer than we had imagined in our minds as we prepared for the move. i mean there are differences here on our street that you would never find in a more well to do neighborhood such as: dog poo all over the grass, random trash strewn about on our lawn (including a pair of panties a couple weeks ago!), condoms on the sidewalk, etc. yet, we are still relatively insulated on our street (which is a quiet little spot of newer immigrant asians) compared to the other stuff that happens in the neighborhood. north of the main street, that cuts through the neighborhood, is generally a lot more dangerous. my wife and I are really trying to learn to have a looser grip on our possessions. stuff doesn’t last. stuff can be replaced. by the grace of God, we have enough means and are connected to people who have means…Ji’s mom bought us a new hose on a reel. this is not a luxury most in the community have.
the very next day, after i happened upon being stolen from, we found out that the child growing within my wife is a boy! my wife was just only about 15 weeks (almost 4 months) a week ago and i heard that people usually can’t find out the gender of their child until about the 5th month. so the morning we went in for the second ultra sound, i just lifted up a little prayer that our developing child wouldn’t be too shy. sure enough the little guy was showing us everything as he was squirming all around: his spine, his legs (spread eagle even…hence the gender discovery…hahha!), his heart, his head (which you can see below):
what an active helpful little guy. it was so surreal to see him. we’ve known about him for awhile now hidden in his mother’s belly but its a whole other experience to see life unfolding right before our eyes…so little but so many living moving details already…more real, tangible, and miraculous somehow even though its something very natural. its like a peek into a world that is always there but normally invisible to the naked eye. although i had a sweet spot for a daughter i see God’s wisdom in giving us a son. we will learn so much. Ji says she has no frame of reference for raising a son, as an only female child (and an avid watcher of gilmore girls…haha!). it has really made me think more explicitly about what it means to be a man and what I want to pass down to my son…the sort of issues i don’t want him to inherit from me and the legacy i want to leave him. it is as i am reminded by my wife, that he will catch from me not so much what i say is important, but what i actually am. God grant us wisdom…grant us your indestructible life.
“Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
and naked I will depart.
The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away;
may the name of the LORD be praised.” – Job 1:21