So, as I sit here and ready myself to turn 30 on Thursday ( I still can’t believe I’m not a kid anymore – so many things feel so new to me) I’ve had time to reflect on some things in my life.
I am now slowly coming around to the reality that in three months or more, I will be the mother of FOUR children. With three being under three. I mean, where am I going to get the energy?! My son is a major help, and I am so thankful that the Lord saw fit to bless me with him for eight years before the birth of my daughter. I want so badly to be a glowing example of what a wife, and mother are supposed to be for my children and I hope that I am doing a satisfactory job of it.
Lately, I have felt less than stellar and on days where we could be out exploring the world, well…we’re not. I’m hoping that we can get a couple of trips in before it gets too cold in the Windy City, and before I get too immobile. I already feel like a
walking whale in general and walking sometimes makes me a bit uncomfortable – and I think that I may have a pride issue, because I don’t want to use a motorized cart of any sort just yet. Although my body screams for one. This is one of the reflections that was the hardest for me to have. I’m stubborn, and I’m a proud woman, and those have to change with the raising of children. I have to learn to let them see me when I need help, and when I don’t. It’s a struggle for me. Believe me.
So, I sit here 22 weeks, 4 days, and I wait anxiously for what is in store for me. I’m anticipating a great change, and one that will keep me on my toes for many years to come.