An older friend was over last week, and she said “you have adjusted to motherhood well!” … and I laughed… because I didn’t expect being a mom to be as hard as it is {I helped raise my two youngest siblings, afterall}… and though I feel more confident in my instincts now than I did when he was a colicky newborn, I still do not always {ever?} feel well-adjusted. But dare I believe the voice of these people more than I believe my own internal voice? They see all of the things that I see, the things that whisper to me “you are not doing well” – my messy home, my un-showered head, my 1-year-old still in pajamas at 4 in the afternoon, the full sink, the cobwebbed cathedral ceiling, the permanent pile of laundry – and yet they still say those words that my heart longs to hear? I am okay.
Maybe being a good mom has nothing to do with any of those things.
Eli took two steps yesterday :) Chris and I looked at each other over his head and smiled and laughed. I do not think that Eli even knows what he did.
He is “talking” :)
This is Eli and one of his best friends. Poor friend fell asleep on the car-ride on the way to our house for a playdate… he had been teething and not sleeping. Eli understands. But not enough to not wake him up to play.
I want to paint all of the white-but-not-white walls in our house. They are bothering me. I love this color pallet… the dark blue is similar to the blue on two of our walls in our living room.
I just got dinner in the crockpot. Now I am hungry.
And I really, really, really want to make these… fingerprint jewelry and birdnest necklaces tutorials by Sarah Ortega
Once Upon A Grain Of Sand 
i reach a new stage/age with my kiddos and then instantly feel like i’m back in the colicky newborn days of knowing nothingness. i suppose it’s in these times we rely on the Lord the most!
YES! Exactly this. And those new stages/ages happen all too close together.
first of all: cuteness explosion :) secondly: I too feel those words eat at me. I am swimming in laundry, I am {no lie} wearing one black and one white sock today…I don’t cook often, am not naturally neat…but I see it in them, their assurance of love. You can’t fake that, and I supply that. We need to allow for ourselves to be enough. You’re doing great mama :)
Tara thank you! I want to hug you! And I had to laugh – my socks are often mis-matching, too :)