Thoughts From A Momma
I was going to post this yesterday, but then things just got a little nuts around here.
Today was of course no different {what was I thinking?!} with me going back to work {the sabbatical is over :'(} and Eliza Jane getting diagnosed with a double ear infection {it was a close hijacking…}.
So anyway, here we are on Monday night, the day after Mother’s Day. And I am reflecting.
We announced on Instagram and Facebook this evening that we are expecting baby #3 in late November. Can you say, holy moley, three kids under 3?!, Batman?! 🙂
We are beyond blessed and thankful. But I’m not going to lie and say that I’m not crazy nervous. I am wildly nervous.
I had a talk with Jesus the night I took the test: “You say….you won’t give me more than I can handle.”
Apparently 1. He thinks we can handle 3 this close together in age and 2. He’s got a sense of humor, doesn’t He?! Yes, indeedy, He does.
Just so y’all know, the test result was pretty immediate. I didn’t tell Andrew I was taking the test…to which he later said, “A GOOD wife would have at least told her husband that she was TAKING A TEST!!!”
😀
We had a good laugh together that night.
So the reflecting thing.
I became a mom for the first time just two years ago. Over the last two years, these are some of the things I have cherished the most:
- Waking up to a child’s singing
- Hearing “luh you, momma”
- The cry when I leave the room {though at times it can make it harder…}
- The wild laughter that comes from Daddy-son wrestle time
- The snuggles between a brother and a sister
- The crazy splashing that goes on during bath-time…I need my own towel most nights!
- Pushing each other on the “buggy” and the joy one little boy has doing it
- Watching him run down the sidewalk as we walk home from the neighborhood park
- Seeing him climb the ladder to the big slide for the first time, all by himself
- Kisses and hugs
- The joy on the face of a little sister when her big brother comes into the room
- The laughter from the backseat
- Watching her try her best to keep up with him {if only she could run!}
- “Hold {her} hand” when Reynolds wants to hold his sister’s hand
- The last bottle of the night, with little fingers intertwined into a hand-made blanket from my mom
- Hearing him say “Alpaca” just because he can say it
- Story/bed time in one big bed, all four of us
- Hearing him talk to Lily
- Big Red Barn “Bi Re Ban” – a favorite book
- Stepping on little block letters…
- The battle of brushing the teeth {this almost always requires a strait-jacket}
- Requesting another kiss or another hug before he goes to sleep
- Watching them grow and learn, discovering every day new things that they can do
- “Giza” then “Gi-Jane” and now “Gi-ja Jane”
To the moms and the aunts {especially mine}, the grandmothers {and those I’ve adopted to be such}, the friends and those reading this blog whom I’ve not met yet….Happy Mother’s Day to you. It’s an incredible gift and no small task to raise a child {or two or three…}, whether your own or someone else’s. To love, to cherish and to sacrifice are the greatest blessings when done for one of these little ones.