Being a parent, along with life in general, is slowly teaching me that fighting change is a waste of energy. For example:
- Oh, yay, you're pregnant and you're so happy you're past that first trimester, when wham-O, at 19 weeks you get a new onslaught of nausea and must-eat-only-pretzels.
- Yes, you know a newborn doesn't sleep much, but this crying til 3am will never end, will it? Wait, is he asleep?
- Ah, blessed morn, when you first wake after a full night's sleep as your twins boys finally learn to sleep "through the night." Only to find a week later that they've hit a growth spurt and are starving at 3am again.
- Oh, you thought buying the house meant you would live there the rest of your life? Silly girl!
- You think this "No" phase is here to stay... he sounds like a teenager, doesn't he?... and your techniques to discipline are completely ineffective. But suddenly you're husband says, "Hmm, I didn't give any time-outs today," and you realize you didn't either!
- Deeply entrenched in the stay-at-home-mom, storytime-at-the-library, making your own yogurt from scratch, mommy-blog-reading routine, you find yourself suddenly considering an abrupt shift to "working mom."
Sometimes change comes in the form of a spiritual shift. A new way of seeing something. A light turned on. Can I call this hope? Sarah Groves sings "Hope has a way of turning its face to you just when you least expect it." Yes, I've been surprised by hope in the strangest of places and the most confusing of times. I didn't even know to look for it; and there God finds me.
: ) beautiful
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