Forgive me friends, it's been a while since my last confession.
My mama heart is getting squished in various directions now as we're half way through this second pregnancy. I'm excited of course for our next child... but the bittersweet thoughts tend to creep in too.
I confess a sentimentalist's perspective about losing the special one-on-one times with my daughter Azriel. I know we're gaining double the love.joy.craziness in reality, but I still get struck with this idea of loss sometimes. If you're a parent, did you face this feeling... on the brink of a growing family?
|mama-daughter date at The Pastry Peddler... Mmmmmm!|
It makes me remember to savour these mama-daughter days.
I still have a lot of growing to do in preparation for the next child (and I don't just mean my belly).
I still need to grow in more patience. more grace. more playfulness.
I hate those moments (hours or days) when I am parenting out of frustration.tiredness.exasperation.
I need to keep filling up at the Fountain head of faith.hope.love to pour refreshment into this growing family.
I know these fleeting moments of diapers and small steps will soon be blurred into that crazy moment of their large steps of leaving this nest.
I confess I need not fear the changes that always come,
but simply rest, and savour these precious souls entrusted to me each day.