Totally loving this book. It’s a very sweet and easy read.
For some reason, random kiddos love to talk to me. I think they can tell that I’m a teacher from a mile away. It’s become even easier for them to talk to me because they use my littles as a conversation starter.
Here is one of the more funny conversations.
(Brother brings sister over to our table.)
B: Look at the baby! I brought her over because she loves babies.
S: (tries to touch baby)
B: No, you can’t touch the baby. It’s sleeping.
Me: (smiles) He’s right.
S: Why is the baby wearing pajamas?
B: Because babies don’t like to be cold. It’s like how you don’t like to take off your socks. See, feel the breeze. It’s blowing wind.
It was extra sweet because the kiddos were around 5 and 6.
We’ll be celebrating our seven year wedding anniversary in a couple of days. (We’ve really been together a grand total of sixteen years.)
He is my best friend in the entire world, the love of my life, and the best dad to our sweet girls.
Whether or not he believes it, he’s been saying a lot of the right things lately. He calms my busy mind. He makes me laugh when I feel too tired to laugh. He reminds me how beautiful our life really is. He loves me unconditionally. For all those reasons, I am beyond fortunate.
So thankful for this kiddo. After I have a long day with her sister, there is nothing better than hearing her shout mama as she climbs up the stairs. Then, she’ll ask for cuddles and go play with her toys. She is the light at the end of the tunnel. She reminds us that this incredibly exhausting colicky newborn phase won’t last forever. Thanks, Monkey!
I have loved so many kiddos in my life. I have loved my friends’ kiddos and the kiddos in my class. Definitely over a 100 kiddos. That’s a lot of experience.
Even all of that experience did not prepare me to love my own kiddos. How do I even begin to describe it?
I have never felt so vulnerable. Most of the time, I just hope they feel all the love that I have them. Each time I misstep with a wrong guess about what they need or I take too long, my heart sinks. I worry that the disappointment will overshadow the thoughtfulness in my gesture.
It sounds silly but that’s how I really feel. I want to contribute to their happiness as much as possible because they are my responsibility. They are a gift that we were trusted with. All of these feelings can weigh a heart down.
But then one non-stop giggle session or one hug makes all of those heavy feelings vanish, even if it’s just for a little while.
Dare I say that Mondays are one of her better days? She usually let’s me sleep in for three hours (after a long early morning shift). Because I get to sleep in, I take her out and about, making her less of a grump in the afternoon. We’ll see if I can get another good day out of her this week. Fingers crossed!
Seeing Colic Through Perspectales
Yesterday, our littlest love’s colic started to show. I had prayed throughout my whole pregnancy that the nugget would be colic-free. Colic is one of the biggest tests of parenthood, especially when you’re sleep deprived.
After trying for a couple of hours to soothe the crying nugget, I gave up. I was just too tired. I just put her on my chest and told her that we both had to rest. As tears rolled down my face and I felt all alone (because my Hubster was at work), I tried to think of good things.
There are so many good things to be thankful for. I am thankful
that my baby was healthy
that I was able to carry my own baby in my belly
that getting pregnant wasn’t hard for us.
Being able to carry my own babies in my belly then in my own arms is such a privilege. It’s a privilege not granted to all.
Thank goodness for Perspectales!