It’s that time of the week again, that time when I sit for five minutes with hundreds of other bloggers and write on the same word prompt and then go and encourage someone else for sharing themselves. I’ve always been one of those people who hates starting to journal but once I make myself sit down and do it, I’m really glad I did. Five Minute Friday has been good for me for that. It’s making me do it at least once a week.
The girls are in bed already – it’s been a long day – but they’ll do their Five Minute Friday sometime this weekend and post it over on the link-up for kids at Desperate Homeschoolers. I wonder what they’ll come up with for today’s prompt: “in between.” I can guarantee at least one of them will point out that it’s two words. 🙂
I’m stalling. I have two directions I want to go with this and I can’t decide which way to go so I haven’t started yet. That doesn’t seem quite fair, so I’d better get started. Here goes. Maybe I can work both in.
Living life with a baby is for me an exercise in living “in between.” I plan my entire existence to fit in between feedings and naps. It’s true. A friend invites us over for a play date, and my first thought is, “How will that fit with his naps? Will I spend the whole time feeding him instead of being able to visit?”
And I actually think that’s ok. It does feel a little weird to live in between like this, and yet I think it’s the kind of selflessness that God is asking of me for this season of my life. Sure, I’d like to just go and hang out with my friends for several hours and not worry about feedings or naptimes or bedtimes, but the fact is, it’s not about me. And no, I don’t think it’s all about my baby either. It’s all about God, but the way He most often asks us to sacrifice for Him is to sacrifice for others. And this is how I sacrifice right now. I live life “in between.”
And the beauty is that I stop thinking so much about “my” life and it starts to just be our life. Our life as a family. I’m still working with the in betweens, making sure to spend extra time with the “bigs” in between his sleeps and feeds, making sure to give daddy some attention, but when I let it, it stops being all about me. I stop looking at my watch, greedily anticipating the next “me” time to come, and I finally, even if it’s just for a few moments at a time, begin to really live for others. And that is truly living.
Linking up with the community over at LIsa-Jo’s place.