As a mom who went through decades of infertility and became a mom through another woman's faith decision to let us raise her daughter, so many things I cared less about.
When all you want to do is get up in the middle of night for the cries of a baby, I was thrilled to hear the stirring of an infant late at night (tired but thrilled). My older sister once fed Jordan's Christmas cookies on the 26th for breakfast saying she waited a decade for a niece or nephew to share cookies and not one minutes she was missisng no matter she might be wired for a few hours!
At my mom's funeral, my uncle shared "my sister's motto was "why clean when you could read a book, play Monopoly, go walk in the park and feed the ducks, and put a child on a stool to stir cookie dough."
Rachel, as the Pop-Pop of a soon to be three year old granddaughter, both my mind and my heart resonate with your words. They are the truth of our life with dear Jamie. Thanks so much for this.
This poem. And I was reminding myself this morning that parenting is as much rejoicing and enjoying my children as it is guiding/correcting/teaching them . . . Rachel said it better. :)
Yep! Smiled and cried through this article.
As a mom who went through decades of infertility and became a mom through another woman's faith decision to let us raise her daughter, so many things I cared less about.
When all you want to do is get up in the middle of night for the cries of a baby, I was thrilled to hear the stirring of an infant late at night (tired but thrilled). My older sister once fed Jordan's Christmas cookies on the 26th for breakfast saying she waited a decade for a niece or nephew to share cookies and not one minutes she was missisng no matter she might be wired for a few hours!
At my mom's funeral, my uncle shared "my sister's motto was "why clean when you could read a book, play Monopoly, go walk in the park and feed the ducks, and put a child on a stool to stir cookie dough."
Mmm…you have me nodding my head over and over again! “Put a child on a stool to stir cookie dough” 🙌🏻🙌🏻
I love your heart and the way you described how you became a mama 😭🥹💕
"Do not trip over joy,
which is often hiding behind
the chaos that exasperates us.
You might break your neck one
day, but at least you will die happy."
Such a beautifully written and much-needed reminder - thank you!
Oh, Rachel, this is so sweet. Thank you for this. Praying that I will have my own little dinosaur-loving, firetruck-fixing joy someday.
Rachel, as the Pop-Pop of a soon to be three year old granddaughter, both my mind and my heart resonate with your words. They are the truth of our life with dear Jamie. Thanks so much for this.
I love you, and this ❤️
Oof this is such a good reminder 💛 absolutely beautiful!
Ohhhh my. 🥹🥹🥹
This poem. And I was reminding myself this morning that parenting is as much rejoicing and enjoying my children as it is guiding/correcting/teaching them . . . Rachel said it better. :)
❤️Bless. This is my story, too.
I can very much relate! So much love.