………and no, I do not have an attention disorder. Having adult conversations with people these days is SO hard. It’s not them. And it’s not that the conversation is too advanced for me. Most of the time. It’s just that I’m afraid one of my kids has broken into the bathroom to play in the toilet. Or they’ve shimmied out the door to play in the road. I really try hard to look them in the eye and pretend to be listening…….that should count for something.
I really had it together before these kids came along. But times have changed. And my attire?? That has definitely changed. I never would have guessed that sweatpants and a T-shirt count as career separates. I like to call them my uniform (my Mommy taught me that!). And I did used to fix my hair. Daily.
And for those of you who were at the public library this morning, I didn’t let my first born run around the library during story-time when he was a toddler. No, Ma’am. He had to sit still and quiet next to Mommy. But now, as you can plainly see, I am outnumbered. Yep, Little G and Baby J are having lots more fun than Jacob did when he was their age.
Seriously, though, if you are a mom of young children, you know how easy it is to feel disconnected from the rest of the world. Even when you are out and about. Raising littles can be very challenging and can sometimes make you feel like you’ve lost a part of yourself. And, honestly, I think that is exactly what God had in mind. I know that this past year, God has used my kids to show me how selfish I am. How much of my life centered around me. That all changed when two little boys were placed with us last year. When Baby J showed up at 14 days old, Little G was only 4 months old, and we’d only had him for 6 weeks. And Baby J cried. A lot. For 6 months.
I’ve learned a lot this past year. But, the thing I am sure of is that the Lord gave us mommies this time for a reason. We can’t always understand it as it’s happening, but I know He is using this season to make us stronger, better women for Him. And, He is faithful and provides everything we need to make it through.
Tomorrow I have a MOPS (Mothers of PreSchoolers) Meeting to attend, and I have to wear jeans. I’ll miss my sweats!