Over the past week I've had two very distinct and beautiful affirmations that I want to share, because I think as Moms we (or at least I) can be quick to diminish the good things people see in us and exalt the sinfulness we see in our own lives. Much of that for me comes from the guilt of feeling like I'm being fake - inevitably when someone pays me a compliment (you're such a good mother) I immediately feel like that's just because they don't know me. It makes me see the things I struggle with under a magnifying glass, and in turn a lot of time makes the struggle that much more difficult. And when I fall again, as I inevitably do, I think, "See? They couldn't have been more wrong."
Monday, August 24, 2015
This morning, as I often do, I lingered with my infant son on his change table. His diaper changed and his belly full from his most recent feeding, he was a complete delight. A happy little guy, he has just recently begun to smile and coo, and at two months old he's at the age where every day brings something new. So often, and without guilt, I stay there just to watch him. And the gift of this moment is not lost on me.
Monday, August 17, 2015
My youngest son is two months old now. His newborn phase was rough, and while I won't classify it as colicky because I know mothers and babies who've struggled with that and it was a million times more difficult, it nevertheless contained much more fussiness and irritability than we've seen with any of our last few babies. So now that he's turned a corner and become old enough to work out the kinks in his little digestive system that were giving him such grief, he's a pretty happy little guy. He especially loves his older brothers, and I told my husband the other day that I'd be jealous that he smiles at them more than he smiles at me except that it's pretty much the sweetest thing I've ever seen. I'm glad that he loves them so much, and it's so beautiful to see the way he lights up for them.