This time of having a sweet, adorable, can’t hold long enough little baby has just been so wonderful. He’s already 3 weeks old, and I’m wondering how he’s gotten this far already without it seeming to have taken that long!
With all the new changes that come with adding a new little family member to your mix, one of the hardest things for me is finding balance between nurturing the two of our sons. I was worried about this beforehand – how would I spend enough alone time with my oldest, how would he respond to having me less – having to share his mommy that he’s had all for himself for the past 4 1/2 years?
I found a surprising answer to my worries one day soon after we’d brought our baby home.
It was time for my husband to go back to work, I was calm and peaceful – I could handle this! My husband usually leaves after lunch with us and we watch him leave outside as my son races his dad to the end of the block. He comes back to our cozy house like a little warrior and it’s nap time.
This time though, he really didn’t want to take a nap… and after days of us letting him forgo naptime, I decided maybe he was old enough to play on his own while the baby and I settled down in the bedroom.
I popped in a movie, snuggled up close to our baby – smelling his heaven-like scent – and we drifted off into a deep, much-needed sleep.
Maybe an hour or so later, I was woken up by the sound of water rushing & my son screaming for my help. In a serious daze and confusion, I stumbled into his restroom down the hall expecting some kind of emergency and found the sink, the floor, and my SON all covered in dark brown…
He was standing there at the sink, furiously scrubbing away at his dark-brown colored arms and legs, with a look of terror, crying and shouting at me that it wouldn’t come off! Still in confusion and bleary-eyed from sleep, I shouted over his crying “What on earth did you do? What IS that???”
“CHOCOLATE!!!! It won’t come off!!!!!”
“Why… OH WHY did you paint yourself with chocolate, Baby???”
“I thought it’d make you laugh” (he said to me crying).
At this point, it was so hard not to laugh, and yet I was upset that he would do something so crazy while it was naptime & I was so exhausted caring for a newborn. I wanted to be mad at him, but it was so hilarious! I took the washcloth from him and started scrubbing his arms – it really WAS hard to get off… this boy had really, REALLY rubbed the chocolate into his skin! I worked at scrubbing him inch by inch until we finally got him cleaned up… the chocolate disaster bathroom would have to wait for later – when I had more energy to scrub again.
We had a talk about it – a “you know what you did wrong, right? You won’t do this again, right?” kind of talk, and decided we would forget about the incident. I think him enduring the shock and horror of thinking he might be chocolate-covered for his lifetime was punishment enough! 😀
And now I’m in a Bible study to learn how to Breathe… how to find freedom.
To not let things consume me – like worrying or stressing over my time with each child or being addicted to the glow of social media.
This is a journey of finding freedom.
Freedom to write with more purpose.
Freedom to choose my words more wisely… instead of feeling enslaved to keep on arguing.
Freedom to choose to be respectful, even toward someone who’s been really disrespectful towards me (that’s a difficult one).
Freedom from being enslaved, worked up, stressed out… freedom to breathe.
(Bible study is Breathe by Priscilla Shirer 2014)