
We so love having Zoie with us. I am so glad she is no longer inside me. I feel SO much better now than I did during my last trimester. I am loving her sweet face, her many sweet smiles; I love Maia's interaction with her. They are PRECIOUS together. It is hard to take a pic of them together because Maia wants to see the picture on the phone or camera as we are taking it! :) But they truly
are adorable. Maia is super tender with her.
But these are hard days. The newness has worn off and we are transitioning into our new normal. I am feeling often utterly exhausted, not only physically but also emotionally and spiritually. I have at times felt I am running on empty.
From the moment I open my eyes to the moment I lay down at night, I am *always* doing something, and yet somehow, work never ends. Wherever I look I see something I could be doing: dusting the T.V. stand, cleaning the glass doors, folding laundry, putting laundry away, cleaning the bathroom, picking up those toys (again!). There are diapers to be changed and babies to be fed. I am hungry all the time and can't always eat when I want. Or when I can eat, don't always have an easy gluten free snack to quickly eat before someone needs me. Maia has been dropping her afternoon naps, but not consistently and she can also get out of her play pen now. We are starting to train her in room time, but we are still in the training phase--not quite enjoying the fruits of that. I so long to have some quiet, down time when I can journal, pray and think strategically through this time. Maia is changing so fast. The new normal is not only about having Zoie; it is also about having a toddler (about to turn 2!).
Ethan and I feel like we are
going through culture shock--this new season (not only with Zoie but
with Maia) is not always intuitive. We feel lost sometimes with knowing
what is the best way to handle different situations with Maia. How can I best meet Maia's needs during this time? It is something I think about a lot as I go through our day.
Last night I had to stop eating dinner to soothe Zoie. I was really hungry. As I rocked her the thought came, "Here I am--another opportunity to die to myself for my daughter's sake." And it hit me: Jesus died for me, and He did it willingly, without resentment or bitterness. He did with joy. He was aware of the joy ahead of Him and so He endured. I am SO glad He died for me without resenting me. That thought fueled profound gratitude in my heart. And humility And I just prayed, "Give me grace to do so for Zoie." I am so thankful she is with us. I am so thankful both of them are with us. We have all this work because of both our daughters. Ethan and I have at times both wanted to go back to a more simple life--- but oh, we know how much both are daughters are worth each sleepless hour, sore backs, and the constant exhaustion that doesn't go away.

These are hard days, but God sweetens them with mercy and precious moments. Like Zoie's smiles--oh how they melt me!And Maia is doing so many fun things! And so many sweet, sweet things too. I wish I could freeze those moments when she holds my face with both hands and kisses me, or when she calls my name, "mommeee." She is so funny. So many looks I wish I could capture on camera--the puzzled look, the disturbed look, the mischievous look, the dramatic look.
Two stories to prove my point:
**Yesterday I was putting laundry away in her room as Maia took blankets from her drawers and piled them on the floor. A little impatiently I asked her not to please do that...but then I thought I'd let her play. I told her she could put her doll to bed using her blankets. A few minutes later, I hear her singing, "Jesus loves me." When I turn to look at her, I see her kneeling by her bed, with her head leaning on the rail of the toddler bed, singing "Jesus loves me" to her doll. Just like Ethan and I do. Oh man... That was such a priceless moment! I went to her, kissed her and joined her in singing to the doll. But she pushed me away, shook her head "no." She wanted to sing it all by herself (like so many things she does--she is so independent and doesn't accept help too quickly!!)
**Maia is counting to ten now: one, two, free, four, fie, six,
snowman, eight, niiiine, TEN!" :)

I am writing all this because I don't want to forget. I don't want to forget how wonderfully hard these days are. When I am older, I want to encourage other moms when they share about their hard days. Because these days are hard. I need to embrace that. Nobody said this would be an easy season. Sometimes I wonder if I am doing something wrong because it is hard. Yet I just think it comes with the territory. And like I said, I need to embrace it.
But I also want to remember how much grace God shows us through our children. I want to remember how good it is to be in this season because it brings me to the end of myself so often. I need a Savior. And God is using this time to remind me often of it. I need a Savior because in myself I am impatient and resentful and bitter. I am so tired I don't think logically. I forget so many things. But relying in Jesus, I can trust Him to be my strength! And that is my glory--Jesus is my strength. I will glory in my Redeemer through these difficult yet sweet mothering days.
"Jesus! what a Strength in weakness!
Let me hide myself in Him.
Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing,
He, my Strength, my victory wins.
Hallelujah! what a Savior!
Hallelujah! what a Friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end."