Friday, January 20, 2012
Evenings weren't always this serene. Rylyn used to have cranky hour...ahem...hours during this time of night. Not because we were trying to put her to bed, but because she was infant, who liked to "sing" at the top of her lungs. I anticipate nothing less from new baby, because then anything less will be a pleasant surprise!
We have been doing bedtime stories with "Baby." Rylyn, my baby bump and "Baby." "Baby" is a doll. We are practising being gentle. I am trying to have some clue of what being a mom of two babies may be like. Mental preparedness, because like becoming a mom, one can't anticipate reality until one arrives at the destination.
Normally lullabies and snuggles highlight my day. Today it was something else:
"Wussat?" Rylyn whispered in the dim room, tossing her book aside.
"Baby. Be gentle." I replied, protecting "Baby" from a prodding little finger.
"Bebe." A pair of excited eyes said back. In that moment, mental preparedness didn't matter and everything would be perfect.
"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you; Before you were born I sanctified you; I ordained you a prophet to the nations." -Jeremiah 1:5
-Jeremiah didn't believe he could handle his calling. He replied to God with an excuse of why he was not the best for the job: "I am a youth." When I feel overwhelmed with the idea of being a mom of two under two, I remember God foreknew this baby, Rylyn and me, and He ordained me a mother. That sense of being overwhelmed is quickly replaced with that of His power in my weakness.