Sorry I let the whole month of August slide by without a single post. I’m still getting used to being a mother of two and juggling a toddler and a newborn doesn’t leave one much time to write. As a matter of fact, it doesn’t leave one much time to shower, or sleep, or clean…you get the picture. With crying kids, greasy hair, sleep deprivation, and a messy apartment, blogging has been kind of low on my list of priorities. I’m sure you understand.
This summer has been a whirlwind for us, beginning with Turner being born, grandparents coming and going, and one of the busiest summers ever in terms of our contact with students on campus. Turner has had an exciting first two months. So far he’s been to the city twice, been on a camping trip where he got to sleep with mama in the back of a minivan for two nights, stayed in a hotel, and gone on a mini road trip to Modesto. I’ve become quite a pro at nursing him on the go – on the Bart, on the floor of a department store, at the beach.
Now that things have settled down a bit, I’m so glad to finally return to some sort of normal routine again. While it was wonderful to have our parents come out to help and not have to cook and clean for a month, I’m actually happy to once again regain dominion over my kitchen, albeit a very messy one. So yes, a new semester means back to school, back to structure and back to normality. And I don’t just mean the beginning of a new college semester. Did I mention that CC started preschool this year? He started last week and loves it. I think I love it more though. For me preschool means three (more like 2.5 with commute time) glorious hours of freedom every morning. I’m still trying to figure out how I can best maximize those few precious hours.
In the past few days after I’ve dropped CC off at school, I immediately feel like I’m in an iron chef competition racing against the ticking clock to get everything done – grocery shopping, cleaning, laundry, etc. But the Lord has been faithful to remind me of what’s most important and that if I love Him like I say I do, then I would spend at the least 15 minutes of those precious 2.5 hours with Him. Last week I went to Ikea after dropping CC off only to find that it didn’t open for another half hour. But their cafe was open and was serving free coffee. That was a reminder from the Lord to slow down, put my shopping list away and just be with Him. So I sat down with a cup of decaf and enjoyed a sweet date with Him in the Word.
All in all, it has been a pretty good transition from one to two. There are days when I get frazzled and feel like I’m at the end of my rope, like when neither kid will nap or if they do nap, not at the same time. Or when I have to choose which child to attend to and which one to leave crying. But every time I hold our son Turner, I’m reminded that I need to be a turner…someone who turns again and again to the Lord. I’m learning that to get the timely help, I need to come forward to the throne of grace (Heb. 4:16). So for those of you who were wondering…we’re doing okay. We’re enjoying grace, and at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.