A scary thing happened tonight. A moment that stopped me dead in my tracks and nearly took my breath away. Everyone said that life with two kids was harder than life with one was. And I venture to say that our #2 is not quite as easy going as his sister was or maybe that's just hindsight talking (or four years of aging, who knows). Thankfully, despite my concerns and the 4 1/2 years that Jillian spent as an only child, she has taken to big sisterhood with not apparent jealousy issues.
She is almost always willing to help out with her little brother. She
It was a challenging moment like this tonight that reality took advantage of and slapped me right across the face. Joshua was hungry and had been none to shy to let me know (as it should be. He's only 8 weeks old for goodness sake). As I sat on my bed, nursing my newborn son. My 4 (going on 20) year old daughter who was talking up another
In that moment, I was convicted regarding the tone I too often take with her and the frustration that comes FAR too easily to my spirit these days when she is around. I desperately want to treasure these moments with her more than I do because to the best I know, these moments DO NOT LAST. I do not want to feel so pushed to the limit so often that all I do is curtly say her name with an ever apparent irkedness (like that?) in my voice. I'm not sure how I'm going to get there but I'm sure it has to be one moment, one hour, one day at a time. And hopefully, this brief glimpse into the future that I had tonight, will alter my perspective just enough to not snap at her the next time when all she wants in the world is my attention . . . and a new pet shop friend. ;-)