Nothing has revealed to me the parent-heart of God, and the child-like ways I’m called to live as a daughter of the King than staring into the three sweet and sometimes saucy faces of my little ones.
Last Thursday, we arrived with a few minutes to spare. My mom friend leaned over to me and said, "Never have I prayed so much for a toddler sports class!" That made two of us
I was feeling a tad nervous- like it was a high stakes morning. She didn't know how nervous I was. Or maybe she did. She's smart like that.
There are a few things in my life that have brought me to my knees in a particularly desperate way: my dad’s fatal diagnosis and battle with ALS, marriage and most recently, parenting toddlers.
Particularly the one that is a mini version of me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love her to pieces. She is incredibly bright, thoughtful, caring, spunky and kind. She also has an iron-clad stubborn, strong will that drives me to levels of crazy. We are currently working on the concept of cooperation (making it easy for mommy to do her job) which she is great at when
Only 6 short weeks and 1 day ago, I was enjoying a good night's rest when I awoke at 6:00 AM to realize that I was in fact, not going to be pregnant forever and, there was a good chance I was going to be meeting my baby that same day. I headed downstairs to find a distraction from the pain. Organizing my pantry seemed like the best idea.
Time is a funny thing. Most of my adult life has been spent wishing I could somehow slow time down or add more hours into the day or days into the week. This last week has been a new experience.
In hindsight, this entire pregnancy has gone by very quickly but the last 3 weeks are s l o w l y c r a w l i n g by like I’ve haven’t experienced in quite some time- probably since the weeks leading up to Christmas between the ages of 5 and 10.