No matter how you cut the dice, being a mom of a toddler and an infant is a HARD season to navigate. Through the tears and triumphs of those early years, I learned so much about what it takes to really give your all to something.
I learned what sleep deprivation really feels and looks like. I learned that when I said I had no “me time” when my only child was a toddler, I actually had all the time in the world. A toddler AND a newborn, though . . . that life . . . that season gives a new meaning to NO time. I also learned that “me time” isn’t a selfish phrase coined by the vanity of oneself, but instead it is that time in a day or even week where I can be ME — not the household chauffeur or jungle gym or the woman who cooks and has cleaned the house 19 times today or has an audience in the bathroom. It is just a private time for me to love the person that I am aside from my duties.
As my children grow, I have learned that it is really hard to be the axis of everyone’s universe in your home. I’ve seen my patience tested in ways that I didn’t think were possible, and I have admittedly failed the test almost as many times as passing it. I learned to ask for help and quit trying to think I can do it all, because truth be told, I can’t. Asking for help isn’t a weakness, but an absolute necessity.