Two weeks ago exactly, my brand-new nephew entered this world for the first time.
I have to admit that although I have four kids myself, there is something so special about becoming an aunt. When my sister-in-law and brother-in-law first shared their pregnancy news with my niece two years ago, I held back tears. I was just so excited to meet a new member of our family.
Curiously, with every baby I have had, their baby hood seems to zoom by faster and faster.
By the time we had our fourth baby, I swear I blinked and she was already almost two months old–how did that happen?
It was about the time when I figured out how fast time really does go by that I finally got around to setting up my daughter’s baptism–and of course, as most things go with kids, things didn’t exactly go as I planned.
Every night, when I get our baby ready for bed, I slip her into her favorite pair of footie pajamas–and I can’t help but smile.
Year after year, baby after baby, there is one memory that will always come to mind when I think back on this time of raising my children.
And that’s how much I love a good pair of footie pajamas.
I’ll never forget our first meal as a family of three.
It was the morning after our baby was born, after the visitors had left, the post-birth excitement had died down, and it was just me, my husband, and the brand-new little girl that had completely stolen our hearts.
Today marked a milestone in my life.
Today, for the first time in three months since my fourth baby was born, I had the luxury of working without any children in my home whatsoever. My sister, the dedicated aunt that she is, bravely whisked three out of four of my children out of the door and gave me uninterrupted time to myself to do crazy things like write this article.
The truth is, I’ve been feeling completely overwhelmed lately and not for any great and pressing reason that I would feel justified in explaining, but simply in the small fact that I can’t finish a thought in my mind, well, ever.
I wish I had some magical answer on how to be happy and peaceful 100% of the time with small kids at home, and I know the common advice is to simply take some “me time,” but let’s be realistic–that’s not always possible. Some of us are single parents, some of us feel like single parents with working spouses, some of us can’t afford a babysitter, some don’t live by family, etc., so instead of feeling sorry for myself, I’ve been trying to focus on survival by catching small moments of peace throughout my day with a few techniques.