the precious mundane
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Me - "How can I spend every day with you but miss you so terribly?"
Baby - giggles and grabs my face
Don't let an unexpected medical emergency {no matter how minor} be the tipping point... the kick-in-the-butt reminder to revel in the preciousness of the mundane.
I am SO grateful to be nearing the end of recovering from this event and that my mommy-duties have increased daily... but may I share what has been the hardest part of this ordeal?
Missing them so much when they are here with me every day...
Not being the one squatting the baby to sleep or feeling the inevitable soreness in my legs when he finally rests his eyes.
Not pulling the toddler out of bed when she calls in the morning, "Where are you, mommy?"
Not rubbing butt cream all over the babies bottom when it's red... that's what mommy's do.
Not being at church the first time the two year old left the sanctuary for children's church instead of the nursery. There will only ever be one "first".
Not turning around in the passenger seat to watch their raspberry competitions in the back seat.
Not scooping up and comforting the toddler when she wakes up crying from who knows what.
Not sitting on the floor to practice pulling-up-to-stand with the baby.
Not picking up her fit-throwing self and placing her in time out.
Not crawling around the floor with the baby and big sister when she yells, "'mon mommy!"
Not picking up twenty-two pounds of the sweetest baby on the planet to kiss his cheeks, buckle him in the car, take a family photo, change his diaper, travel the house with his cuteness attached to my hip. My hip misses his frame so very much.
Not squatting down to help her get dressed, put her shoes on, use the potty, play with her toys, pick up her toys.
These mundane parts of everyday life that I didn't even realize... how could I not realize?
They are so precious. Each one is fleeting and so. very. precious.
My heart is heavy for the mommies who have a more difficult road to walk, who would read this and beg for my two-three week recovery over their own journey. Please know that if this is you, we are covering you in prayer as you miss your babies so desperately. I have seen only a glimpse of your path, and my heart weeps for you.
Friends and mommies, please enjoy each moment with your children, please know that each one is a gift. A precious everyday opportunity to love your children by treating the mundane... the diaper changes, the bath times, the school pickups... like a winning lottery ticket.
Watching somebody else do these things for me when I have so longed to do them myself has humbled me and blessed me. My beautiful sister who is a phenomenal aunt has done this job so well, she has celebrated the mundane with her niece and nephew and has opened my eyes to a world of precious mundane moments I've been missing all along. I will miss her SO much!
...but I believe I have four days before I can pick up that twenty-two pound hunk of sweetness and I do not believe I will put him down for days!
Baby - giggles and grabs my face
Don't let an unexpected medical emergency {no matter how minor} be the tipping point... the kick-in-the-butt reminder to revel in the preciousness of the mundane.
I am SO grateful to be nearing the end of recovering from this event and that my mommy-duties have increased daily... but may I share what has been the hardest part of this ordeal?
Missing them so much when they are here with me every day...
Not being the one squatting the baby to sleep or feeling the inevitable soreness in my legs when he finally rests his eyes.
Not pulling the toddler out of bed when she calls in the morning, "Where are you, mommy?"
Not rubbing butt cream all over the babies bottom when it's red... that's what mommy's do.
Not being at church the first time the two year old left the sanctuary for children's church instead of the nursery. There will only ever be one "first".
Not turning around in the passenger seat to watch their raspberry competitions in the back seat.
Not scooping up and comforting the toddler when she wakes up crying from who knows what.
Not sitting on the floor to practice pulling-up-to-stand with the baby.
Not picking up her fit-throwing self and placing her in time out.
Not crawling around the floor with the baby and big sister when she yells, "'mon mommy!"
Not picking up twenty-two pounds of the sweetest baby on the planet to kiss his cheeks, buckle him in the car, take a family photo, change his diaper, travel the house with his cuteness attached to my hip. My hip misses his frame so very much.
Not squatting down to help her get dressed, put her shoes on, use the potty, play with her toys, pick up her toys.
These mundane parts of everyday life that I didn't even realize... how could I not realize?
They are so precious. Each one is fleeting and so. very. precious.
My heart is heavy for the mommies who have a more difficult road to walk, who would read this and beg for my two-three week recovery over their own journey. Please know that if this is you, we are covering you in prayer as you miss your babies so desperately. I have seen only a glimpse of your path, and my heart weeps for you.
Friends and mommies, please enjoy each moment with your children, please know that each one is a gift. A precious everyday opportunity to love your children by treating the mundane... the diaper changes, the bath times, the school pickups... like a winning lottery ticket.
Watching somebody else do these things for me when I have so longed to do them myself has humbled me and blessed me. My beautiful sister who is a phenomenal aunt has done this job so well, she has celebrated the mundane with her niece and nephew and has opened my eyes to a world of precious mundane moments I've been missing all along. I will miss her SO much!
...but I believe I have four days before I can pick up that twenty-two pound hunk of sweetness and I do not believe I will put him down for days!
