Sometimes your mom comes to help out for a week and you don’t know how your house functioned without her. You now know why your friend’s mom thought you would move back to Ohio after the first baby.
Sometimes you attempt to breastfeed in a community that isn’t used to public breastfeeders, and end up providing the dinner entertainment for your brother in law. He is sitting across from you and has a great view of all the peoples reactions a second before they try to play it cool. He can’t stop laughing about it. You laugh too.
Sometimes your first Atlanta friend hosts a shower at her house with your sister, and your kids second mom, and your neighbor, for you and your other blogging mom friend whose second baby came home on the same day as yours. She calls them twins. You love that. You get a homemade sweater and think about how your first kid has actually worn this woman’s love and now your second one gets to too. You get a book featuring a little girl named Priscilla. You love that name. You feel so loved.
Sometimes you have one baby asleep in the sling and the other one is crying and needs to be picked up. So you bend down and scoop the second one up on your hip. She reaches down to pet her sister’s hair like she likes to do. You kiss both fuzzy heads and join in the worship. You think, so this is what God means when the old-testament mentions a double portion. It is heavy sometimes but so, so good.
Sometimes you look back on your weekend and are humbled by the blessings in your life.