The newborn season of motherhood is full of seemingly mundane busyness. Whether you’re a stay-at-home mom, or just on maternity leave, it often seems like all you do all day is feed the baby, change dirty diapers, and attempt to go to the bathroom (mostly unsuccessfully). In reality, that’s probably all you are doing.
Pretty much my entire day yesterday consisted of nursing a baby who was obviously going through a growth spurt, and taking a potty-training toddler to the bathroom while the baby screamed bloody murder. Supper came in the form of a crockpot freezer meal hastily eaten in front of the tv while my husband held the baby. On days like yesterday, it’s easy to look in the mirror and wonder what happened to all your dreams and goals. Wasn’t it just a few short weeks ago that you were more than just a sleep-deprived, milk-producing, diaper-changing machine?
This isn’t my first rodeo. I know from experience that all too soon this newborn phase will pass. In the blink of an eye that tiny screaming newborn will be the potty-training toddler proudly announcing every time she toots, far too busy to happily snuggle with Mama all day. Even still, I have to fight off negative thoughts: I’m not getting anything done all day. I’ve abandoned the other passions and ministries God has called me to. I’ve lost who I am in this whole business of being a mother. All lies meant to distract me from the glorious, fleeting things God has called me to in the here and now.
Each time I take that toddler to the bathroom, I’m taking one more baby step in the process of molding and shaping him into the man God is calling him to be. Each time I feed that baby, I’m providing her with the nourishment she needs to grow and one day fulfill the wonderful things God has in store for her. Each time my husband holds her as I eat, I watch him fall more in love with her, becoming the daddy that she needs. Each time I apologize to the toddler for snapping at him for kissing the baby too roughly, I see a little more clearly God’s heart towards us…and see Him using this season to shape me into the woman He wants me to be.
No season of life is ever mundane or meaningless…it only seems that way on the surface.