Life as I know it has changed…again. I almost feel a slight tinge of guilt that is has been so long since I have written anything, then I remember that I just had a baby and that feeling dissipates. September 24, at 8:37 P.M. my husband and I welcomed our second precious daughter into the world (with a little more excitement than planned. If you want to hear the story, just ask. It’s a little TMI to tell the whole world). At 7 lbs 9 oz and a head full of hair, she was perfect.
Before she was born, I had been advised that the transition from 1 to 2 was easier than 0 to 1. The jury is still out as to whether or not I believe them. Of course, it was also from the dads not the moms. My challenge thus far is that while the idea of sleeping when the baby sleeps (to better handle the mostly sleepless nights) is sublime in theory, the practicality of it coinciding with managing an almost two-year-old who is very much on the move (read as a tornado blowing through what used to be a relatively clean house) doesn’t quite exist.
With the process of learning to balance my 2-year-old, with my newborn (now a month old already!), with my husband, with housework (haha, yeah that part has pretty much been ignored thus far)…I am learning the wonders of grace all over again. You see, I am not good enough to handle all of this. Those who can (and manage to do it with style and a ton more kids than I have), I tip my hat to you. But I have experienced grace from my husband when I am too worn out to do anything besides lie on the couch for 5 minutes because both girls are finally asleep at the same time. I have experienced grace from friends as I have turned down wonderfully fun outings because I have not quite figured out how to wrangle both kids on my own yet. Mostly I have re-experienced God’s grace as I have allowed the stresses of life to overwhelm my faith that He is already providing for my every need (including rest and rejuvenation).
Life will only become more busy as my girls grow older. We will have many exhilarating adventures and stockpile the memories. But there will only ever be 24 hours in a day and only 7 days in a week. I pray that as I learn the art of being a stay at home mom (at least for now), I will remember to rest in that ever extended grace that Christ offers me. And rest in the truth that these blessings are to enhance the wonders of this life, not replace the one who provides them in the first place.