I'm not going to be able to tie a neat little bow around this post. I wish I could.
So the thing about having 3 kids is that someone is always crying. And someone is usually awake. It feels harder than I imagined. This weekend's highlights included: near mastitis (me), stitches in a chin (Everett) and projectile vomit (Claire).
Going to a movie seems like an unattainable luxury.
I've been parenting with the goal of just getting them to go to sleep at the same time so that I could have a moment to breathe. This is not a good place to parent from.
If a blog post could be a prayer, then this is mine. Help me not to miss them. Help me not to wish away their neediness, their questions. Help me to see them with Your eyes. And when parenting feels like one really long day, remind me that Your mercies are new every morning.