The other day, Matt and I were talking about how old we
were. Ha! Old? We sure feel old many days with the lack of sleep little ones.
As so many wives say, I mentioned how I thought I’d become less polished and
run down a bit. I mean, look at my hands! My lovely hands that used to be so
smooth and soft, and nails that looked near perfect all the time. Now they are
so dry they crack and my nails – ooh boy! They need some help. But I do what I
can when I can.
We both feel the age creeping into our joints and cringe when we hear cracking and popping from time to time. I found my first ever white hair a few months ago, too! I snapped that baby right out, you can be sure of it. And if we could just get a little, tiny, smidgen, or bit more sleep I’m sure we’d feel like our old selves (pun totally intended), right?
And ladies, don’t you wonder deep down sometimes if how we change registers with our men? I don’t tend to dwell on it, but during this conversation I started to wonder what Matt thought now – now that I’ve delivered two children and lost another. Those stresses, both wonderful and horrible, wear a gal down.
But then he turned and looked straight at me. He asked if I had read “My Antonia”. I said that I had started but didn’t have time to finish it. I never have time to read anymore! He said that the end of the book has Jim return to visit Antonia a couple decades after he last saw her. He was nervous at what he’d see in her. Yes, she was worn down by time and raising many children – her hands were older, her face, eyes, everything had aged. But he still couldn’t help but see how beautiful she was. She was more beautiful to him than ever before.
At this moment, I stopped worrying about how dry my hands had become from washing our never-ending supply of bottles and sippy cups and baths. I remembered why. Why I love being a mom, and more importantly why I am so darn lucky to have My Love as my husband.
So, I’m going to keep on getting worn down. But you know what? I don’t really think I’m getting worn down. I’m going to start thinking that I’m being polished by my little babies and time instead.
We both feel the age creeping into our joints and cringe when we hear cracking and popping from time to time. I found my first ever white hair a few months ago, too! I snapped that baby right out, you can be sure of it. And if we could just get a little, tiny, smidgen, or bit more sleep I’m sure we’d feel like our old selves (pun totally intended), right?
And ladies, don’t you wonder deep down sometimes if how we change registers with our men? I don’t tend to dwell on it, but during this conversation I started to wonder what Matt thought now – now that I’ve delivered two children and lost another. Those stresses, both wonderful and horrible, wear a gal down.
But then he turned and looked straight at me. He asked if I had read “My Antonia”. I said that I had started but didn’t have time to finish it. I never have time to read anymore! He said that the end of the book has Jim return to visit Antonia a couple decades after he last saw her. He was nervous at what he’d see in her. Yes, she was worn down by time and raising many children – her hands were older, her face, eyes, everything had aged. But he still couldn’t help but see how beautiful she was. She was more beautiful to him than ever before.
At this moment, I stopped worrying about how dry my hands had become from washing our never-ending supply of bottles and sippy cups and baths. I remembered why. Why I love being a mom, and more importantly why I am so darn lucky to have My Love as my husband.
So, I’m going to keep on getting worn down. But you know what? I don’t really think I’m getting worn down. I’m going to start thinking that I’m being polished by my little babies and time instead.
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