It’s been over a month since I became a stay at home mom. So far, I love it. That’s not to say it’s not hard. I love being able to raise my kids the way I want them raised. I know what they eat, how they sleep, what goes into their little minds all day long. I do miss adult people and adult conversations. As long as I get a little break from the kids here and there, I’m good.
We have being doing things and going out when the weather is nice and I’m feeling decently energetic. Their age difference is a little hard since they are so close in age. I have been learning things about my kids I never knew. This opportunity to stay home with them has me digging deep into their souls. They are so different from each other and then even more different from myself. As little as they are, they are tiny people. Tiny but very different people that my husband and I have to live with. They each want different things. Different things comfort them. Different things get them excited. They even fall asleep differently. There is nothing easy about balancing tiny human beings.
Between all the things we do to raise our girls, there is one thing we have done right for sure. I was at the mall play area the other week with both girls. One boy kept chasing Roni, touching her even though she kept telling him to stop. At one moment he started touching Ingrid. I heard Roni say ” This is my Ingrid, don’t touch her. STOPPPPP! Behave yourself!”
That little moment was very rewarding. Ronelle was protecting her little sister. I was sitting in the distance and smiling from ear to ear. That’s my girl.. was all I could think of at that moment.
Also catching a glimpse of my girls in the bathroom at bedtime. Roni put a toddler seat down on the toilet and helped Ingrid get on it by picking her up so she could pee. Sweetest little things the older sister does for her baby sister. Or when Roni gets Ingrid in bed with her and pretends to read Bible and bedtime stories to her while I still brush my teeth.
Some days are great. Some days are not so great and are filled with fights, screaming, competition and missed naps. At the end, it all evens out somehow.
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