Dear Momma of Littles,
Living in the Season of Littles, whether toddlers, infants, preschoolers, or newborns is hard.
There isn’t any way around it.
The mornings that you don’t need to be out of the house at a certain time always go smoothly. No tantrums. No starving baby who only wants nummies and momma cuddles.
The mornings that you need to be somewhere, there will be a toddler crying because he didn’t like his breakfast, or because he wanted something else.
There will be the speedy little crawler chasing you around the house begging to nurse.
You won’t be able to find the wipes and you will forget to put on deodorant.
You will want to cry the whole way to Bible study because you were yelling at your babies all morning.
You will never want to leave the house again because it is a hassle and you are always late for everything anyways.
It is supposed to get easier. I believe it will, although I can’t say from experience. I have a three year old and a ten month old. Two babies. I know many other moms who are blessed to have more with their oldest the same as my age or just a little older. I also know moms blessed with multiples.
Yes, I said blessed. Because that is what children are.
“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.” Psalm 127:3-5
A REWARD. A GIFT from GOD.
“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.” James 1:7
In this season of life, I need to remind myself of this fact: my children were given to me, to help me grow in love, perseverance, patience and every other character I am lacking in. Which I think, would be all of them.
“Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.” James 1:2-4
On the easy days, it is easy and I start to think “I’ve got this”.
Then comes a day where I realize I don’t. And it seems like when it rains it pours. Today was a good day, and the hard days of the past week have faded. Which is good, because if they hadn’t I would be dreading every day that is coming up. A little like labor. I was talking with a friend this past week about labor pain and how it has faded. If you think back to labor with your littles what do you remember most? The pain of the contractions? Or the overwhelming sense of accomplishment. The love and joy you felt holding your baby. Thoughts of the miracle of life and how perfectly God knit this one together inside you.
“When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world.” John 16:21
“‘Wait for the Lord’ implies complete dependence on God, as well as the willingness to submit to His conditions and timetable. For those who hope in Him, God promises to supply what they lack. From His endless resources, He assures His strength and power.” Community Bible Study Lesson Commentary on Isaiah 40.how to deal with the midnight wake up calls, the whiney #toddler, the rush to get out of the… Click To Tweet
When we wait on the Lord, and allow him to work and love through us, we will be filled with inhuman strength that can allow us to get through the hardest days. When we throw ourselves upon Him, we will not only be able to survive toddlerhood, we will thrive in it.
We will be able to face the middle of the night wake up calls, the whiney toddler and the rush to get out of the house on time. We will have strength and we will survive.
Because this Season of Littles is simply that. A season. And we have a God who will never fail, never abandon us. With him, dear momma of littles, we can do anything.
Love, hugs and understanding,
Another Momma in the Season of Littles.