No editing, no censoring, etc... just raw, focused writing for 5 minutes.
And... GO:
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Grasp.
I am grasping at threads in this new life of mine. This new normal we are trying to establish with a new member in our family.
My boys are grasping at their past and their comforts. I am grasping at a dream of what will be.
Once we get through this struggle. Once we get to the other side of this race, this marathon... this ironman that is parenting babies and toddlers.
Yes, I know that older kids, tweens, teens, adults... all posses their own intricate difficulties, but I am so looking forward to that difference.
I love my children so much. I don't love this stage that is whining and crying and not-able-to-reason or even understand sometimes what we are saying to them and trying to teach them.
I don't love diapers and potty training and endless sticky messes of oatmeal on hands and faces and hair and tables and chairs and floors and everywhere else they can get to before we catch them with the rag.
I am so excited for parenting my little family: stage 2. And even though that stage seems so far away from us... I know it will be here before we know it.
And so, for now, I am focusing on none other than rocking, snuggling and holding my sweet babies.
Because, you know, they just don't keep.
No matter how hard we grasp.
