Anneke's middle name is pretty meaningful to me. If there is anything I have experienced directly, it's the power of Grace--those moments, hours, days, and experiences that get you through tough times/over the hump, etc. I like her middle name because it reminds me of all the times I've found Grace in the midst of things. It usually comes for me in the form of a hot shower or long nap, or, in today's case, Grandma Gill showing up with goulash and homemade scones, followed by a consoling phone call with little sister, who is total big sister when it comes to motherhood. Oh, and various friends who are a phone call away--I hesitate to name them for fear of leaving someone out. But y'all know who you are. The stress of our first week sans Daddy/Darlin'/Mamo caught up to me today and I felt a little--a lot--crazy. I always feel so much more sane after talking to my sister, though, especially now when she has almost three years of motherhood under her belt to my three weeks. I run my latest emotional experience by her, and she's like, yep, been there, done that, and totally makes me laugh about it. What would I do without her? Or Dave, who took the bebe while I left for 20 minutes to have a Bubble Tea and read the
Portland Mercury? I think tomorrow might be better--TGI(almost)F. But more bad days will come. Oh, and the latest act of Grace--Dave just showed up with more new clothes for Anneke and desserts courtesy of E. McMiller's grandparents and parents. So I'll take it where I can get it and do my best to appreciate what comes our way.
Anneke's middle name is pretty meaningful to me. If there is anything I have experienced directly, it's the power of Grace--those moments, hours, days, and experiences that get you through tough times/over the hump, etc. I like her middle name because it reminds me of all the times I've found Grace in the midst of things. It usually comes for me in the form of a hot shower or long nap, or, in today's case, Grandma Gill showing up with goulash and homemade scones, followed by a consoling phone call with little sister, who is total big sister when it comes to motherhood. Oh, and various friends who are a phone call away--I hesitate to name them for fear of leaving someone out. But y'all know who you are. The stress of our first week sans Daddy/Darlin'/Mamo caught up to me today and I felt a little--a lot--crazy. I always feel so much more sane after talking to my sister, though, especially now when she has almost three years of motherhood under her belt to my three weeks. I run my latest emotional experience by her, and she's like, yep, been there, done that, and totally makes me laugh about it. What would I do without her? Or Dave, who took the bebe while I left for 20 minutes to have a Bubble Tea and read the Portland Mercury? I think tomorrow might be better--TGI(almost)F. But more bad days will come. Oh, and the latest act of Grace--Dave just showed up with more new clothes for Anneke and desserts courtesy of E. McMiller's grandparents and parents. So I'll take it where I can get it and do my best to appreciate what comes our way.
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I was really surprised how the crazy hit me. In only took a couple of weeks to get my footing though. The first 6 weeks are the hardest, after that, you will be old hat.
I second Tallgirl's comment.
The 1st 6-8 weeks are long. They are tough. They come with no break, no return or gratitude or acknowledgment for the constant give only Mom can give and it feels like a long time. It is. But then it gets so much better. So much joy and love and return is coming your way. Bubble tea goes a long long way to smoothing some of the frizzles between now and then. And sisters, too.
I look like a psycho in that photo!
Anneke are getting a boat load of clothes from Juliette this May, so be ready.
Thanks for giving me a pep talk last night. I know you're the one who needs pepping, so that was very nice of you!
You are doing a great job with Anneke, NO GUILT!!!
Yes, and if you're bored or just need to hang out with other moms who still haven't returned to work, call us! Or e-mail, send a carrier pigeon - whatever! :)
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