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On February 4, 1984, my world changed forever. After twenty-three and one-half hours of blood, sweat, and tears, of heave-ho-ing, of pushing and pulling, Steven Hugh Jaynes, Jr., came screaming into the world, and I became . . . a mother. But somehow, in the bustle of leaving the hospital two days later, someone misplaced the owner's manual. After all, this was my first child, and certainly he came with instructions! An eternity seems to have passed since the day we drove home from the hospital with Steven, who was lost somewhere in his oversized car seat. Now he is the one driving, and I'm the one strapped in the backseat. It has been an incredible ride! I never did locate that owner's manual, but I've discovered helps along the way. I've learned from godly women who have gone before me, from fellow travelers who are journeying down the road with me, and from my heavenly Father, who enfolds, instructs, and encourages me.