I’ve learned that I need to be more like Ellie. She might get a little impatient with her meals, but she knows I’m going to provide them. She crawls to me when she’s hurt because she knows I’ll take care of her. She wants nothing more than to be with me simply because she loves me.
Nothing else I do in life will ever be as meaningful as caring for and raising my tiny human, and I think that has finally started to sink in with me.
I don’t want her to live a life full of fear, sorrow, and suffering. I want the world to be a better place for her, one that allows me to sleep at night knowing that she’s safe. My only hope is to raise a child who is genuinely good, who not only cares about the world around her, but does something to change it for the better.
If you’ve never had to deal with colic, get on your knees now & thank the Lord above. Believe me, there are about 10000000 other things I’d rather endure than hours upon hours of a screaming-til-she’s-red-in-the-face-and-sweating baby who can’t seem to be helped. We’re 9 weeks in now, and I’ve learned a thing or two about helping our sweet girl with her 24/7 belly ache and, in turn, how to make parenting more bearable.
I had sincerely hoped to be one of those women who just love being pregnant. Pregnancy is getting to participate in the miracle of life, what is there not to love, right? Alas, I have a confession to make and I’m learning to cope with it: I do not enjoy being pregnant. At 34 weeks pregnant, it’s safe to say […]
Why do I wanna do it in the first place? If you’ve read any of my other posts, it’s pretty easy to gather that I’m a big fan of saving money. Some call me cheap, I prefer the term frugal, but whatever. Ever since we learned we were expecting Mini Cooper, my money saving tactics […]
