what’s it like?

Hi Caitlyn

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posted by : legosdream

It’s like…
…getting this new toy that you can’t wait to play with the minute you wake up and you simply can’t stop night or day…and things, chores you have to do just takes precious time away from being with it.

It’s like…
…that line in Spanglish “Looking at you doesn’t do it, staring is the only way that makes sense”.

It’s like…
…everything everyone “warned” but nothing like everything you expected; it’s above and beyond all you could ask or imagine.

It’s like…
…like cries to our ears but music to our hearts.

It’s like…
…the stinky that you shouldn’t but savor while inhaling.

It’s like…
…getting to know the person you didn’t know you always knew.

It’s like…
…watching hours of endless nothing somethings that tug at your heart wanting more.

It’s like…
…a drug, an addiction.

It’s like…
…a love that you never thought you’re capable; helping you realize + receive a love you never thought available.

It’s awesome.

parenting prep

posted by : curlysue

How does one prepare for parenting?

Reading books, taking classes…prayer!

All of the above is good, but I am not sure anything can really prepare you completely.

It would be great if kids came with operating instructions.

As our due date approaches the anticipation and excitement grows.

Are we really ready for this?

Still need to get the crib, changing table and room ready…but is that ready?

I interrogate every mother I meet…did you have an epidural? How long did you push? Did you breastfeed?

Motherhood is an awe inspiring and all-consuming job…which technically I have started on this journey months ago….as my little one grows inside my womb.

Will I be a good mother? Will I be prepared for all the challenges…questions…moments where my answers need to be correct?

Only by the grace of God…go I!

diaper eager

posted by : legosdream

Out of the blue today, I had a feeling.

Not in an overwhelming, over-the-top sort of way.

Kinda like just a tenderly-anxious-excited-new-experience-sort of way.

I want to change diapers.

Dirty, poopy, smelly diapers.

With a capital D.

Not that it’s a brand new experience.

I have done that with the Burk god-kids.

But this is kinda different.

I just have a urge, a desire, a longing.

To wipe butts, change diapers.

Doing it with a motivation that I haven’t particularly felt before.

I suppose it’s this genetic predisposition.

To care.

Give care.

Regardless of the mess.

Transcending boundaries.

Of stench.

Of crap.

Of repetition.

It’s the love of a parent.

Being a parent.

Rescuing the child from the mess it created.

Cleaning it up.

Making things smell nice and good.

So that he or she can do it all over again.

And then you too.

What a mystery.

To love.

And be loved.