A Little Thought on Motherhood

"This job has been given to me to do.

Therefore, it is a gift.

Therefore, it is a privilege,

Therefore, it is an offering I may make to God,

Therefore, it is to be done gladly, it is to be done for Him.

Here, not somewhere else, I may learn God's way.

In this job, not in some other, God looks for faithfulness."

-Elisabeth Elliot

 

 



A Snapshot in Time

Not too long ago we sat in a restaurant as a family eating dinner. It was one of those times where the stars aligned just right & everyone was happy, smiling & well behaved for the entire dinner. It was bliss. We had a steady stream of people complimenting our children & looking over at our family with sweet smiles. But for every wonderful experience like that, there's a handful of those nightmarish experiences where someone throws a fit, or I forgot to pack something important in the diaper bag, or a certain toddler is talking about poop to a random stranger while I desperately try to redirect. And any one of these experiences is just a snapshot into our lives with none of them being the full picture. In reality this thing we call family is wonderful & difficult & fulfilling & humbling & really every contradictory combination of words I can think of. I'm a perfectionist by nature, & sometimes I try to create this perfect world for myself & my family but I always come up short. And slowly but surely I'm learning that it doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful. Maybe so much of the beauty comes from all of the messy imperfections & all of us just loving each other anyways. Because the real snapshot of our family is this: we really, really love each other & we're really, really lucky to have each other.



Home Sweet Home

I spent most of the week away from my family at Girl's Camp & missed them like crazy. I don't like being apart from them & even though I knew that it would be a welcome break from the hard job of being a mother, I still got teary as I kissed them goodbye. And then again when I listened to Ruby's excited voicemail giving me her update on potty training. And really any time I thought about them too long or hard. I've decided that a little break every so often is a good thing. And there's just nothing like coming home to those two & getting to cover their faces in kisses. Coming home has never felt so good.

Utah in Pictures

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





10 Months

Noah is so close to the 1 year mark & I can hardly believe it. Nothing quite makes time fly like having a baby. At 10 months Noah is busier than ever. He's pulling himself up on everything, walking along furniture, biting like a madman, clapping & giving high fives. He really is as good as they come. He's been blessed with a happy disposition & I have to keep my eye on him every second he's awake or he most definitely will be into some kind of trouble. He is all boy through & through & I feel like he constantly has a bruise on his forehead from all the mischief he seeks out throughout the day. He would climb the stairs all day long with me by his side if I'd let him & is so fearless it's scary. To know Noah is to love him & this little boy has the tightest grip on my heart. All of me loves all of him. Happy 10 months, sweet Noah.