My name is Nate Noonen and I am going to be a father in about two weeks, give or take two weeks. I have always dreamed of being a dad. That sounds odd, but children were a huge part of my life growing up. I married my teddy bear, Tabitha, in a ceremony performed by my father, an ordained minister in the Nazarene church. I don’t think the ceremony was legally binding since I was three years old at the time. From that point on, every teddy bear brought into my house was a child of Tabitha and me. Having four younger sisters meant that Tabitha and I had children fairly regularly.
Tabitha now lives with my mom and the rest of my family back in Ohio and I have since married a beautiful non-ursine woman named Kimmy. We live in an apartment in Logan Square which used to be populated by a series of pet rodents until the last one died a year or so ago. After that we were going to get a dog but that was stopped by landlord intervention and a realization that what we really wanted, and felt God had prepared us for, was a child.
Kimmy had a miscarriage a year and ten days ago (July 5, 2011). We confirmed pregnancy and knew she would have a baby for less than 24 hours before the miscarriage. People don’t tell each other about those things, but they are all a part of being a parent. The joy of the positive pregnancy test followed by the agony and shared pain of having to wait that much longer for the first, second, or third child. I don’t want to get into a discussion on abortion, but I know a God who weeps for every living thing, regardless of age, and sometimes I weep with Him.
Through that sadness and the discussions we have had with other parents, we were prepared to try again, with a more in depth understanding of the fragility of life. That fragility expresses itself in every offer of genetic testing, every “this is nothing to worry about but,” every realization of just how not in control we are and how petrifying that is. A belief in a loving God does not shield us from that fear, but it does make the fear subject to the reminders of just how much He loves us, how much He loves my daughter Charlotte and knows her in her inmost being, regardless of the age at which she leaves this realm for another.
My daughter will be born at some point. That is the only fact that I know right now. Michael has asked me to write a monthly article for his blog which I will do everything in my power to fulfill.
I look forward to seeing what God has in store over the next year.