Mommy of Two

Two girls now run my household...and before you ask, no, I am not one of them.  This honor belongs to my 20 month old Leila and my almost 2 month old Sophie.  I just try to keep them fed, clothed, bathed, and then hang on for the rest of the ride.

I read a lot of research before we had Sophie about adding another child to a family: how to balance/split your time between two, how to establish a routine early, how to help your older child adjust to a new little one...and let me tell you, none of it helped.  As good as the intentions were of the authors, I feel like nothing I read could truly prepare me for what our family would become.  Partly because no one besides us knows our family dynamic, our personalities, etc., and partly because reading something and experiencing something is completely different.  COMPLETELY.  

Though I have been beyond lucky to have my mom able to stay with us after Sophie's birth and help us get adjusted, I still struggle with things I never did before...like getting out of the house on time (which if you know how early I like to be everywhere, this is very exasperating for me), remembering to eat myself (the girls never let me forget when it's time for them to eat, but it keeps slipping my mind), finishing a book (in all my free time...that's a joke).  And then there's the conundrum of bedtime: How do I get Leila through her bedtime routine and still keep Sophie content?  So many small things that I need to figure out before my mom leaves, and if I stop and think about it, I truly get overwhelmed...

But, my mother in all her infinite wisdom, left me pondering a little gem of wisdom today.  During one of my many moments when I was doubting my competence of a mom of two, she said, "Rachel, here's what's important.  That your girls are healthy, well-loved, and happy.  At the end of the day, as long as those three things are taken care of, then it doesn't matter that you didn't sweep your floors."  (Not 100% true as Pepper sheds like none other so I have to sweep daily, but the sentiment remains.)  

But I really stopped and reflected on her words today.  Yes, I like a clean house, all the laundry done, the dishes put away, and a nice dinner on the table by the time Devin walks in the door, but in the long run, does that matter?  Will the girls remember that they continuously had dog hair clinging to their socks, or will they remember that Mommy stopped folding laundry to build a tower, have an Adele dance party, or push them around the house on a train?  

I wish I was SuperMom - the one that could do everything and anything - run the perfect household, make gourmet dinners every night, plan educational and engaging activities everyday for my kids, and still make time for herself and others.  Fact of the matter is: I'm not, nor will I ever be.

But I am Mommy - the one that shows up late to doctors appointment because we had to tear the house apart for Leila's comfort toy, the one that burned dinner because she was too busy dancing like a lunatic in the living room while making her girls laugh, the one who showed up to her meeting without showering first because she had to have an All Girls snuggle in bed with her favorite ladies.  And while there will be many frustrating and hard moments as I adjust to my new role of Mommy of Two Girls, I can only hope that I will tackle them with grace, determination, patience, kindness, love, and a whole lotta trust in God that He will get us through.  

Mommy of Two.  That's who I now am.