…I put some dress up on her, just to see what she would do. She loved it, thought she was a princess, she didn’t want to take it off. She still had her little hula skirt and bo peep hat on when Jeremy came home. Of course he melted like butter and declared she had to wear it every day. But in my heart the wishing began…that she wouldn’t grow out of her baby stage too quickly. Deliberate movements are happening from her all the time now. She called me “Mom” the other day, probably listening to her siblings way too closely! She follows simple commands and wants to play with certain big girl toys. Part of me wants to cuddle her and say no to all that big girl stuff…another part of me is sighing in relief. She’s almost out of the baby stage. She’ll learn to be more independent, entertain herself, actually color with a crayon instead of eat it. Then maybe I can breathe, or rest or maybe my body won’t feel so bone dry at the end of the day.

I had a lovely Mother’s day. Really, it was perfect. I had a brief conversation with my own mom about the whole concept of having a day just for Moms. My Mom…an absolute great lady who raised me into the woman I am today. She understands that her life is very different from mine. She’s enjoying an empty nest, and she truly deserves it. She’s paid her dues and is done with the infant/child stage while I run all day with 3 kids, all born in a span of 5 years. Mother’s day should be celebrated by every mother, past, present, even future. I think my heart just goes out especially to those moms who still have to wipe noses and rear ends. The ones who’s blog posts take an hour to write because there are snacks to be given, little ones to be put down for naps, phones to be answered, booboos to be kissed.

Lily is very sick today and I’m praying that I don’t have to see my little baby throw up again. This weekend was supposed to be extremely different. I was supposed to be working with my husband, side by side, in the ministry that we have built from the ground up. But nothing happens the way we plan it. That isn’t my place. I’m convinced of it. Because just when I think it is…someone throws up and I’m thrown for a loop. Not many people understand the place that I am in, I wouldn’t ask them to. It’s my silent battle and for the most part, I believe I’m winning it. God is doing a great work in my heart this weekend. He’s showing me what my real job is. What the real priorities are. My priority is showing my daughter that she is the most important thing to me and showing her God’s love through seeing her mama put aside her selfish desires and stay with her.

I just wish we could play dolls or dress up today instead of the ever gross game of catch her before she throws up on her beloved blankie.

Hey all you tired moms…don’t grow weary in well doing…your babies need you. Not just anyone….YOU.