I wrote several blog posts in the summer and fall, because I enjoy using writing as an outlet, and it is an effective way to share what is going on in our lives. It tapered off though, when the extraordinary became routine.
I know what to do now when there is/are:
-two people getting ready for school or church
-a little one awake in the night
-multiple things on the calendar at the same time
-a schedule change she needs to be prepped for
-a visit with bio family
-negotiations over the number of green beans to be eaten or television to be watched
-fears that don't seem to make sense but are there regardless
-excitement that knows no bounds
-visitors coming over that want to inspect random things and look at paperwork
Don't get me wrong. I'm not a perfect mom by ANY MEANS, but I enjoy being a mom.
Right now, she's on the floor at the coffee table drawing a picture and talking to herself while she works. But, just a minute ago, she was cuddled next to my side in my overstuffed chair, holding my hand while sucking her thumb and asking me questions about what I was doing on the computer. I love both of these things! I love the cuddling, and I love hearing her thought process while she's drawing a picture. I love that she is comfortable here and knows she is loved.
In short, the extraordinary-turns-your-life-upside-down action of becoming a mom has become routine. There aren't as many updates, and that's okay.
Life now includes two. It won't always. There will probably be a day in the not so distant future, when it is back to one. And in all honesty, I don't even know how to prep myself for being one again. We talk about the possibilities of differences for her, but it will be a huge change for both of us regardless of how much prep we do. I probably won't post much then either. I will probably curl up on my couch with a box of Kleenex and all the lights off.
But for now, I will enjoy the constant activity of a precious 5 year old, and I will trust God for tomorrow, and I will smile.