There's a point in pregnancy where it's just not cute anymore. Swelling, triple chins, the waddle, and a second round of maternity clothes shopping because nothing will fit over your now protruding belly. I hit that point a little earlier than usual this time. Three pregnancies in less than 2 years will do that.
Nonetheless, it has arrived.
And every time that switch happens it causes me to reflect back to those days when I was blonde and skinny, husband-less, kid-less and even a bit direction-less. Forever longing for the skinny part.
I can't tell you how bad I want to fit into my favorite pre-Alivia blue polka dot shirt still hanging in my closet, or how I'm a tad bitter over my pretty blonde hair turning brown because of pregnancy.
But then I think of all the things I've learned, and how I've changed so much over the past 2 years of being a Mother. I hardly recognize myself.
But then I think of all the things I've learned, and how I've changed so much over the past 2 years of being a Mother. I hardly recognize myself.
Motherhood has given me a direction, and one that I (obviously) can't get enough of. I wouldn't change a thing. Chatting with Alivia today; I told her I was so lucky, and I asked her how I got to be so lucky. Mark answered and said, "because you put in the hard work".
I love that answer.
It reminded me that there's a season for everything. My current season really does include a lot of hard work, a lot of spiritual growth as a wife and mother, and a lot of focus raising a family up unto the Lord.
It may not include fitting into my favorite blue polka dot shirt, but you can bet I'm going to hold on to it until that season arrives.
