I have been sleeping away from baby lately. I nurse him to sleep & instead of transferring him into his crib, I sneak out & sleep outside.
This works for us. Baby stays asleep, I get some quality slumber.
There’s a precious transformation that has occurred in my becoming a mother.
I thought in this new identity I’d forget who I was but instead I am becoming more of me.
Perhaps I was meant to be a mom. I am supposed to be his mom.
The sacredness of parenthood is perplexing, exhausting, adoring, & bewildering.
My choosing to stay home with baby is proving to be a remarkable thing. I miss work. I miss the busyness of a work life & the satisfaction of helping others.
But to actively participate in my son’s growth & wonderment? Oh, this is certainly a priceless experience I cannot afford to miss.
I am humbled by the challenges of parenthood. They say it takes a village & we have one. I am grateful.