Summertime is in full swing here at the Parsonage. It’s hot outside. And inside it’s all babies all the time. Life was back to 3 babies 2 years old and under last week while Esther and Ephraim were out of town and the others in Texas.
I kind of forgot what that was like. There was a lot of crying! Martha has had a hard time adjusting to life for the past few months and I don’t think she’s a big fan of her new roll as big sister.
Mercy missed the big kids. She soldiered through the week though going back and forth between playing with Martha and torturing Martha. I, however, was not a good soldier….
Life after birth of new baby is slow. Very slow. I have to fight my eagerness to hit life running now that I’m not pregnant and now that it’s Summertime and now that we’ve mostly settled into our new life. And instead settle for the reality that there is no place or energy for running during this season.
There is however time for sitting and waiting. More waiting. Not waiting for a baby anymore, but for healing and growing and for more sleep. Waiting for the day to come when it will be easier to get the dishes washed on time, the laundry actually put away and to get things done off that ever growing TO DO list.
This waiting is hard for me. Especially after the year we’ve had. It’s been a long year of waiting already. And I suppose that’s much of what life is, isn’t it? A lot of waiting. Maybe someday I’ll be a Waiting Master instead of a Pouting Master.
