I’ve always wondered why God didn’t give me my children one, right after the other, just as I planned. I’ve always chuckled and said, “Well, I guess He knows what I can handle.” But I didn’t really believe that. I thought for sure I could handle a whole bunch of little ones at the same time. Bring it on, I thought.
I was wrong. Or right. What I mean is that having three children is hard work for me.
Whew. By the end of the day, I am definitely fatigued. All of the things I controlled so well before (the laundry, the reading aloud, my beloved cleaning schedule, the grocery shopping, etc.) are currently a big confusing mess way bigger than my abilities. So, I’ve been looking for strategies to organize this huge change; I’ve been praying for wisdom and God has already given me some insight about how to live well and balance things better. My only problem is that I want everything neat and tidy and efficient now, and it might just take some time. Anyway, my friend Tara sent along this great post that is helping me to keep things in perspective during these first three months: My Child I Love You.