Wednesday, March 17, 2010
This past 7 months I have not just learned a lot about my daughter, I've also learned a lot about myself. I don't tolerate sleepless nights nearly as well as I thought I would. I am able to wake up just at the sound of stirring in the other room. I really don't mind smelling like spit up. The vacuuming really doesn't need to be done everyday. I've learned that trusting God to take care of my child is a good lesson to learn early. I've learned that nothing smells better then a freshly bathed baby. I've learned that footsie pajamas are the cutest thing ever (if you know where to find some in an adult size Small, let me know). I've learned that seeing your child in pain is just about the most difficult thing to tolerate, and that the word "poopy" is used way too often in our household. I've also learned that the sound of my sweet girl talking away in the back seat while I'm driving is way more fun to listen to then music (although that's good too) Most of all I have learned that I have the most intense love for my child, and that I hope to offer her the same grace, tolerance, and acceptance that my heavenly Father offers me.