Sometimes I have these morning. Mornings where the baby is yelling, her 6 am wake up call. I feel defeated. The day has not even begun and I think, how can I make it through this? A whole day of yelling and noise ahead of me. Two babies heading full speed in different directions. Two babies that like to have me. All of me. But I am only one person so how am I supposed to give and give and give to them and then also love my husband well at the end of the day?
Then I remember. I don’t have a choice. Just like Justin has to get up and has to be at work for 8am because he has to support our family. I have to do the same thing. I have to be up at 6am because I have to feed our family, because I have to take care of them, love them, nurture them, teach them and watch over them throughout the day. What I have seen over time is that in obedience to God and his call for me, I will find joy in the tasks I sometimes do not want to do. Sanctification, it’s a constant and never-ending battle. One that continues on until we die…but at least we know that we will one day inherit that perfect and heavenly body and all this battling that leads to seemingly so little headway, will indeed be rewarded.
“For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothes but to be clothes with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. Now it is God who has made us for this very purpose and has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.” 2 Cor. 5:4-6
I don’t think I have mentioned that my Elinor decided to wean herself. (That’s what a 17 hour road trip will d0) She is officially a big girl. Apparently a bottle is just easier, faster, and more convenient. I am still kind of in shock. I was determined to nurse her a year. Along with her self-weaning has come a fierce independence. She is go, go, go, all day long. She may possibly be busier than Cora. Is it possible? We’ll see. We have some pretty intellectual conversations throughout the day. She says “AHHHH DAAAAAAA” and I say “YAAAAAA, YAAAA!” We repeat this over and over again. We also like to clap together. She thinks it is hilarious and will giggle hysterically when the whole family starts clapping with her. Babies can really make a family odd…i never envisioned clapping my way through dinner. Now I do it all the time.
Cora has a new favorite movie. “Princess Booty” also known as Sleeping Beauty. She has started to transition from ballerinas into princesses this past week. She piles on dresses, jewelry, a wand, wings and crown…
And some little stories about life as mom. Today I asked Cora to go potty. After going “potty” she streaked by me, a very guilty grin on her face. I went to our bathroom and found two entire rolls of toilet paper soaking in the toilet bowl. Two days ago I was driving my car and looked back to see Elinor chomping on a big piece of her peanut butter granola bar (complete with whole peanuts). Her sister had been generous and decided to share her treat. I pulled the car over as fast as I could, running over the curb. I went to check on her and she grinned at me. Her body was covered in sticky peanut butter and oats. She held out her tiny hand that was gripping on to the last little morsel of granola bar. It was like she was saying, ”here’s the last piece mom, I knew you would catch me eventually but it was really good while it lasted.” At least I know she does not have a peanut allergy.
And finally, Cora’s Nan gave her a TagJunior for her birthday. She loves to use it to read her books but more than anything she does this… And the face at the end is caused by our laughing at her. she doesn’t understand what is so funny.