Unapologetically loving it

Unapologetically loving it

It’s around 10 am, and it’s coffee for me and second breakfast for her. She’s grunting with glee after every bite of oatmeal.
I’m purposefully trying not to think ahead, because the moment to enjoy is now. The moment where she’s rolling around, not quite able to reach the toy she wants. She’s not crawling, but thinking about it. She’s taking a bath in the sink. She’s sitting in her stroller wearing her sun hat, watching as we plant a garden (and hope that even so much as one cherry tomato grows).
I freeze about 1000 moments a day in my mind, and sometimes with my camera. Her chubby baby hand, the way she’s starting to laugh with excitement when she sees and recognizes things she likes: the spoon full of squash coming at her, Weller at the window, one of us walking into the room.
Maybe it was the long wait, or the struggle to get here, or maybe it’s because God gifted us with a really sweet baby, but I’m absolutely loving every day with this girl in our lives, and in our family.
Sometimes I feel like I’m up against a “mommin’ ain’t easy” culture and one of my requirements is to cry about the lack of sleep, list of chores, need for caffeine, and the stains on my shirt (or something along those lines). I feel weird, or braggy, or something if I gush too much about how I’m LOVING LIFE RIGHT NOW. This is the moment we’ve prayed for. This is the moment we’ve been waiting for. This is the moment we’ve been hoping for.
I get it, she’s our first, and she’s little. “Just wait!” You say. “These are the good days. Wait until she’s crawling! Just wait until she’s two! Just wait until she won’t stop talking! Just wait until she’s a (*gasp*) teenager! Then you’ll be wishing for these days when she was sweet and little. THEN you’ll be begging for more caffeine and a ten-minute bathroom break where you can close the door and be alone.” These are the kinds of things people tell me, things my culture forewarns me of. I get that things change, and the level of chaos changes with it, and that various stages present various challenges. I was once a nanny for a family in Milwaukee with twin three-month-olds, a three-year-old, a five-year-old, and a six-year-old. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! I’m not naïve to chaos, tantrums, and the desperate need for quiet.
But I’m going to love it. I’m going to love it all, and be thankful through every life stage because it’s what God has so so generously given us.
Blowouts, messes, and nap-fighting afternoons too. I’m not going to pretend every single day for the rest of my life is a walk in the park, but I am going to celebrate that I’m in the park! We’re where we prayed to be.
I’m going to love the here and now, and celebrate each little milestone rather than cry because she’s growing up. I want to choose to embrace it all – the sweetest days, and the more challenging days, because the dream has become a reality, and the only way to fully appreciate it is with gratitude.
Mommin’, like marriage, like life, is what you make it. It can be beautiful, fun, and an adventure unlike any other. Let’s not be ashamed to be vocal about the good in our lives, in our marriages, in the sweet season of holding a baby, because when we highlight it (including the pain or the hardship from which we’ve come), we highlight the goodness, the grace, and the redemptive power of our God and King.


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