Today is the second day in a row that I’ve gotten both kids to go down for a nap at the exact same time. Today, I feel like Super Mom. Today is not ordinary.
I’ve been juggling two kids now for 7 months. It finally seems normal, but it never really gets any easier. I remember the first time I went to the grocery store alone with both kids. I thought I’d just have Miles ride in the cart while I carried Nora in the ring sling. Only, I didn’t factor in Nora only wanting to be upright in the sling, thus requiring me to support her newborn head most of the time. Nor did I factor in how hard it was to steer a cart one-handed…or keep a toddler happy while bouncing a baby constantly. Thankfully, a very sympathetic mother from church with older children saw me coming out, trying to turn the cart with my foot while getting Miles to stop whining. She pushed my cart all the way to my car for me.
I was grateful to her, but I couldn’t help feeling self-conscious…like I was woefully in over my head without any way to hide it. I thought I was born to be a mom, but this two-kid thing was not second nature to me. I felt anything but capable.
Since then, I’ve learned that I am decidedly not capable. But I’ve also learned that that’s okay. Sure, there are some days like today when I want to do a Rocky fist-pump because I am rocking it. Yet, I know that tomorrow my son will probably yell out something very disrespectful to me in Walmart and every judging head in the store will turn to see how I react. Meanwhile, Nora will be screeching and shoving her face into my chest wanting to nurse. (Have I mentioned that we never left the house today? Maybe that’s why I’m rocking it…).
At any rate, I know full well that I won’t feel like Super Mom every day. Or even most days. What I do know is three-fold. 1.) God promises to never give me more than I can handle with His Strength. 2.) As one of the dear “older” moms in my life likes to remind me, I will miss this one day. 3.) Super Mom or not, God entrusted me with these babies because He knew that I was the mom they needed. Capable or not. Rocking it or not.
One day when my kids are all grown, it will matter little whether I had everything together or not when they were small. What will matter is that they saw and felt and tasted Christ’s love overflowing out of me to them each and every day.