Bird's Eye View

It's 9:30am. Judah is down for his morning nap. At 9 am, he walked away from where he was playing and tried to climb into my lap. He was tired and I normally put him to sleep by putting him up on my shoulder while sitting in the rocking chair, so it was logical for him to try to get up to me when he was sleepy. Though this isn't the usual thing (I normally chase him down and take him with me to the rocking chair), it isn't surprising. I have a schedule for Judah, but he came up with him. I know his naptime is 9am only because I see him behaving sleepy or, like this morning, he comes to me wanting rest.  He is 14 months old now, and I often wonder if I should keep trying to sleep train him, so that instead of falling asleep in my arms, he'll fall asleep in the crib.  When I was a teenager, imagining what it would be like to be a mother, there were two things I really wanted to experience: feeling a baby kick in my tummy and having a baby fall asleep in my arms.  But ...

Daddy (Mario) went to a Missions conference for 5 days and left me to experience the joys of being a single mother to a newborn. There was no joy. But there were lessons learnt. Like icing your eyes makes the swelling go down really quickly, before you are seen and have to explain why you look like you’ve been beaten to a pulp. Anyhow. Apart from the practical lessons of dealing with a newborn alone, I learnt a lot about myself and about God. Some questions remain unanswered for the time being, but that’s Ok. One of the lessons that stood out was about neglecting God while trying to do things for Him. Here’s how it played out: Judah needs his mummy for everything. He needs his mummy when he’s hungry, he needs his mummy when he’s tired, he needs his mummy when he has a dirty diaper, and he needs his mummy just to hold him to feel comforted and safe. So the only time his mummy gets to have a bathroom break is when he is asleep. But there are so many other things to do during ...