School. It’s all we’re up to around here lately. I can’t seem to get ahead. Co-op homework keeps getting left until Monday, the days are all long, and fun is rare. I finally took Stellan outside to the swing this afternoon, and his giddiness was almost sad. We don’t get to do that very often lately.
These are a pretty accurate view of Stellan these days. He likes to climb on everything. He doesn’t like to hear the word “no”. He hates his teeth being brushed. He hates naps. My sanity is shot.
I keep reminding myself this stage won’t last forever. Years, maybe, but not forever.
He’s a wreck. Cute, but as ornery as they come.
Some seasons of motherhood are just hard. The days drag on. The chores are never finished. Joy is hard to find. But God is good. He carries me through, teaching lessons as I go, reminding me of his faithfulness and purposes that are far grander than my little goals for my day. And when life gets crazy, I remind myself that obviously God had different plans for that day than I did, and getting frustrated isn’t edifying. Some of the greatest moments I’ve experienced were in moments I did not plan and hadn’t intended. Just remain faithful.