You have grown up. No more my helpless baby, but an assertive and sweet toddler who has her crazy meltdowns and grumpy moments, and every day is a wonderful new adventure with you. Motherhood is an amazing thing.
In the blink of an eye, you have grown to be such a good helper around the house, and you teach me that indeed habits can be cultivated from young. You like to put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket and help out in the kitchen, especially when I bake.
“Balm! Balm!” you say excitedly whenever you see me taking out my pouch. You pucker your lips, all ready for me to apply your lip balm for you. It is so cute to see. You love to wear certain clothes too, and your seal of approval comes when you give a big smile and say, “Nice.”
“Read! Read!” or “Book! Book!” is what I hear most often. You are such a lover of books, and it amazes me how much you adore them. God must have created you this way. It does not matter if it is a picture book or a recipe book or a notebook – you love them all. We are definitely going to invest in a proper bookshelf to keep your growing collection of books.
As I move around the house while you eat breakfast, cleaning and washing and vacuuming, you say with such insistence, “Sit! Sit!” pointing to the chair and beckoning me to sit beside you. My heart melts because I really do want to sit with you, so I pull up the chair and sit for a few minutes…just watching you eat. Sometimes, I end up reading to you. You never get tired of being read to.
In the blink of an eye…
Your vocabulary is expanding so fast and I tell myself to not underestimate your capabilities. You get frustrated when you cannot place the blocks all piled up high, or when you cannot unzip your bags fast enough. I cheer you on even in these little tasks because I know every bit of encouragement will help you see that we cannot do these things on our own. It is only by His grace and by the love of others around you – always remember that.
Your Papa says you wear your heart on your sleeve, and I think I agree. You give us the sweetest, most tender care especially when you notice we are feeling down. And when something doesn’t go your way or when I need to leave the room, you wail immediately. Well, at least we will never need to guess how you are feeling. 😉
My tiredness melts away whenever I watch you sleep. I tiptoe in quietly to get the laundry basket out, and sometimes I pull up the blanket a little more for you, not wanting you to catch a cold. I stroke your sweet face and take a deep breath. A mixture of relief and gratitude.
God holds you
Every night, I pray the same prayer. At times I catch myself wondering if these words will ever come true. But I know that you are in God’s good hands, and His Word will never return void.
This is a life of faith, isn’t it? This nightly prayer that I’ve uttered hundreds of times is simply a seed that I sow into your heart as each day comes to an end and I know that it will bear fruit one day.
As you drift off to sleep, I rest in the dining room and on some nights, I slow myself long enough to take it all in. The miracle of your presence. Your heartbeat, your warm hands, your sweet smiles. You are right here with us, in the everyday mess, in the very ordinary. On the very plain days of motherhood.
When I think about how long we waited for you and the hoops we went through in our infertility ordeal, I can’t help but praise God for His sweet presence every step of the way.
You just turned 20 months a few days ago. It is amazing to even say that. God knew this story of ours way before we even had a clue. He has no Plan B in His sovereignty and I’m so thankful. This gift of motherhood is not something I take for granted. Each day is a joy.
We love you darling, and Jesus loves you so much more!