My goodness, I should have been doing this ages ago... As I upload new pictures to the computer, they'll be fresh in my memory and I can add some quotes really quick in PhotoShop. This is way better than trying to remember to write them down on a piece of paper and have those scattered through the wind. Plus, I can find pics that fit her expression as she says them.
I have found now that Gwen is almost 3 that those things in the moment that I think, "I'll never forget this..." seem to get forgotten! Activities, toys, phrases, routines that are done or said over and over only last for so long. Other mothers with younger kids will ask me, "did Gwen ever do that?" Oh ya! How could I forget that? It used to be every single day! My, how they change so quickly. How they grow up so fast before our very eyes. Hopefully this will help me to remember those melt-my-heart moments that I want to hold onto forever.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Thankful, Hopeful.
Life is a struggle. I know that. Things are not easy. We cannot plan everything out. We don't know, understand, or always agree with God's plan. But I try to trust in it. He has not let me down yet and I know He won't.
The Lord has blessed us. Gwen has my heart. I remember sitting in church one Sunday, years ago. The moment is burned into my memory. We were sitting towards the back of the sanctuary listening to the choir sing. A few rows in front of my sat a mother. Her son, around 7 or 8 years old at the time, hugged her arm and laid his head on her shoulder. I couldn't fight back a tear. We had been struggling with infertility for awhile at that time and as the tear fell as I asked God yet again if I would be given the chance to be a mother. I wanted to be a shoulder for my child to lean on. I wanted a child.
He blessed us!! I prayed over and over back then - I pleaded. I thought if we could have a child, I would be content. The empty feeling would go away. And it did! Gwen has filled my heart.
But after she was 6 months old, we started trying for another. As I plan for her third birthday, my heart hurts. Why does it hurt so much again? Am I ungrateful? I must be the most selfish person in the world. I try to tell myself it's not right for me to pray for another. He answered my prayers. I'm content. So why does it hurt so much? Why do I have that hollow feeling again anytime someone tells me they or someone close to them is expecting? Why do I get a lump in my throat, that weight on my chest when I see a baby bump? I really must be a selfish person. Even when I'm thrilled for the person - when it's someone I love, I'm beyond thrilled that they get the experience. But I can't help that it's an in-my-face reminder that they are. I'm not. I hate that I'm this way. This inner battle of happy to sad is really getting old. Two announcements in one day last week has really done a number on my heart. Especially after losing number five just a couple days before.
On Sunday at church, my beautiful blessing was sitting next to me. The choir was singing. She snuggled up to me, and laid her head down on my arm. I couldn't fight back a tear.
As thankful as I am, Lord, I do still pray every day. If it is your will, I pray that Gwen get to experience being a big sister. I have now said goodbye to 5 pregnancies. They're so painful, both physically and emotionally. I pray that I don't experience any more of those. Time is not as on my side as it once was. We're at a point where we either need to try harder, do more tests and medicines and procedures. Or I need to get back on the pill to ensure I just don't get pregnant anymore.
I pray for a healthy baby. I pray for a successful, full-term pregnancy. I pray for peace and to feel myself again. And I thank you for the people in my life who remind me that they're praying for me. Some are going through the same struggles. I pray for them too. I pray for all who face infertility of any kind. It hurts.
The Lord has blessed us. Gwen has my heart. I remember sitting in church one Sunday, years ago. The moment is burned into my memory. We were sitting towards the back of the sanctuary listening to the choir sing. A few rows in front of my sat a mother. Her son, around 7 or 8 years old at the time, hugged her arm and laid his head on her shoulder. I couldn't fight back a tear. We had been struggling with infertility for awhile at that time and as the tear fell as I asked God yet again if I would be given the chance to be a mother. I wanted to be a shoulder for my child to lean on. I wanted a child.
He blessed us!! I prayed over and over back then - I pleaded. I thought if we could have a child, I would be content. The empty feeling would go away. And it did! Gwen has filled my heart.
But after she was 6 months old, we started trying for another. As I plan for her third birthday, my heart hurts. Why does it hurt so much again? Am I ungrateful? I must be the most selfish person in the world. I try to tell myself it's not right for me to pray for another. He answered my prayers. I'm content. So why does it hurt so much? Why do I have that hollow feeling again anytime someone tells me they or someone close to them is expecting? Why do I get a lump in my throat, that weight on my chest when I see a baby bump? I really must be a selfish person. Even when I'm thrilled for the person - when it's someone I love, I'm beyond thrilled that they get the experience. But I can't help that it's an in-my-face reminder that they are. I'm not. I hate that I'm this way. This inner battle of happy to sad is really getting old. Two announcements in one day last week has really done a number on my heart. Especially after losing number five just a couple days before.
On Sunday at church, my beautiful blessing was sitting next to me. The choir was singing. She snuggled up to me, and laid her head down on my arm. I couldn't fight back a tear.
As thankful as I am, Lord, I do still pray every day. If it is your will, I pray that Gwen get to experience being a big sister. I have now said goodbye to 5 pregnancies. They're so painful, both physically and emotionally. I pray that I don't experience any more of those. Time is not as on my side as it once was. We're at a point where we either need to try harder, do more tests and medicines and procedures. Or I need to get back on the pill to ensure I just don't get pregnant anymore.
I pray for a healthy baby. I pray for a successful, full-term pregnancy. I pray for peace and to feel myself again. And I thank you for the people in my life who remind me that they're praying for me. Some are going through the same struggles. I pray for them too. I pray for all who face infertility of any kind. It hurts.