I didn’t mean to disappear for almost a month, but that’s exactly what happened. Zoe was sick, my family came to visit for a week, and writing professionally and editing others’ writing professionally seems to kill my interest in sitting at a computer and writing during my spare time. Lent also impacted me a lot more than planned (more on that to come) and oh yeah, I have two kids and they’re both MOBILE now.
(As a side note, this post will feature even more gratuitous photos of my cute kids than usual because I have a MONTH to catch you up on.)
To begin, I want to finally admit “out loud” that having two kids so close together is way more work than I ever thought it could be. There are so many joyful moments, but I do not think I would use the phrase “tons of fun” to describe the last 8 months. Perhaps “overwhelming,” “surprised I didn’t die,” and “just ordered powerful under-eye cream” sum things up better. As each one of David’s and my parents have independently observed when coming to help, “wow, someone always needs something.”
It has been hard to hang on to the Sarah that isn’t just a need-meeter, but a person with her own needs and interests. Sometimes I have done a good job of planning and anticipating my own needs, and sometimes I have pushed past them and wound up angry at everyone else.
Thankfully, I am growing and learning at the same time as my girls, and I feel like I am getting a little bit better at taking care of myself.
Here are some of the things that have helped me be “Sarah” lately.
–Sleep. I mentioned a few months ago that we were starting to sleep train Riley. I am overjoyed to report that after 6-7 weeks of effort, the plan worked, and my big girl has slept through the night almost every night since. I go to sleep with a smile on my face now knowing that I will probably sleep from 9:30/10 until at least 5 am. SLEEP IS THE BEST.
Kisses for sleep.
–Joining the Jazzercise studio down the street (and using its childcare). Zoe adores the kids’ room, prays for the childcare worker and asks to go every day. Riley hates it. Too bad. I’m going 3-ish times a week, which gives me 3-ish more hours per week where I don’t have to be in charge and instead get to listen to cool music and get my cardio dance on. Awesome.
–Walking the dog: Thanks to the later daylight patterns brought on by Daylight Savings time, I can now walk our dog alone after putting the girls to bed. I watch the sunset, clear my head, enjoy the silence, and/or call a friend. It’s a great 15-20 minute exhale.
–Working. I’m busy and I’m good at it, and it makes me happy. As a bonus, David and I now meet at Starbucks to work together one afternoon a week (which reminds us of our sweet college selves and is a great investment into our “fun away from the girls” tank). When I’m not at my Starbucks office, this is where the magic happens:
In related news, I dream of a designated office space…
–The girls’ babysitter. She brings craft ideas for Zoe and even folds our laundry, which keeps our house going and lets me have some rest time in the evenings. She is the best.
–A continued break from social media. I did not rejoin Facebook or jump into daily blog reading after Lent. My free time is very limited, and I have realized that I want to spend the little time that I do have on activities that really, truly refresh me or that bring me a step closer towards the person that I want to be.
During Lent, I read 6 books and reconnected with my love of reading the news. I made nice lunches for myself during nap time instead of eating Zoe’s leftovers. I reached out to friends more often via phone or text because I couldn’t just open my news feed and know what they were up to. I found myself more productive with my work time.
I want to be a lifelong learner, an aware citizen, a person who honors herself, an intentional friend, a productive and focused worker—and I feel GOOD and refreshed when I do these things. Many people can use social media responsibly, and I may return at some point, but for now, it’s just too much information to process and respond to, and is not the most valuable use of my energy or time.
After all, it takes a lot of energy to direct this motorcade.
–Riley’s nap time. Thanks to the sleep training program, Riley now takes a 1.5-2 hour nap every morning. At first, I resented this because it basically chains us to the house. After complaining for a few weeks, I felt God pressing on my heart that these mornings are my best opportunity to teach Zoe and fill her little love tank with one-on-one attention. With that perspective, I’ve grown to love and cherish this time. We planted a few container gardens, and we water and check our seeds’ growth every morning.
After checking on our seeds, we play outside, read, do crafts or a workbook that I got for her, clean the house (“mommy, I do dust pan”), play with her dolls, build roads for her cars, etc. Throughout our time, I engage her in uninterrupted conversations about her feelings and viewpoints. I feel our hearts connecting, and I’m so grateful to God for giving me the perspective that this is a time to give my best to instead of wish away. One of my biggest desires is to be an intentional mom, and this is my chance to do this with Zoe.
–Honesty. I’ve really been working on being more honest with myself and with God about my feelings. More to come on this in a later post, but here’s one snippet of that honesty:
When I got married, I knew that marriage (and eventually, my role as a parent) was a commitment to something deeper than my personal feelings of happiness. Parenting a toddler has challenged me to understand this principle on a new level! It is NOT all fun and it does not always make me happy. But I am learning to emotionally detach from the tough moments—because they are fleeting and not intended as personal attacks anyway—and lean in to the good ones.
An older woman once walked by as I loaded a defiant Zoe into the car while wearing Riley and said, “I remember when my children were exactly their ages. Those are such great memories!” I literally cried right then and there because I was so glad that someone who had been in my shoes looked back and remembered the good things first.
That’s my goal!
The last 8 months have felt hard, but I can see where I have grown and gotten it right, too. I can’t go back to a stage of life where things felt easier and I can’t skip ahead to a time when my girls’ needs will be less intense; instead, I’m doing the hard and worthwhile work of learning to be Sarah where God has planted her now.
And I’m thankful to have been planted here.