The last few weeks have been difficult; and amazing; and tiring; and wonderful.
Our brand new little daughter has brought so much happiness and joy to our lives.
She filled a gaping hole in our hearts that infertility callously created.
And even still, I have found myself frustrated with the fact that there are piles of laundry on the floor, dirty dishes everywhere, and a little boy who is watching way more TV than he’s usually allowed, all the while listening to the near constant cries of my precious new baby whose only mission in life is to eat, poop, and get her mom to hold her 24/7.
I’ve pushed myself to my limit trying to keep up with everything around the house, iron work clothes, make meals, pack lunches and give my kids the attention and care that they need.
You know what? I can’t do it all.
And that’s okay.
And for this type-A mom, that wasn’t an easy conclusion to come to.
As I was rocking this beautiful little girl the other night my nerves were shot from the constant ramblings of my 4 year old and the incessant cries from the little one.
I was shushing and silently pleading for help from the Lord to not only endure this journey, but to be able to enjoy it.
And then, very clearly, this scripture entered my mind and hasn’t left: To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
This is my season to snuggle my baby. It won’t always be like this. I have prayed for her for so long and it’s okay to enjoy every diaper change, every cuddle, every tear that needs soothing.
Even if that means that the house is not a vision of cleanliness. My son will never hold it against me that I let him watch TV.