Hey Google - I'll need my coffee ready by the time I'm done with this post. Thanks.
So who maintains this thing? Well, when Katey writes or journals, it more closely imitates a hotel website amenities description than an actual journal. Here's an excerpt I came across from a journal I found when cleaning out our closet a few weeks back, chronicling our epic trip through Europe:
"This hotel had a big 4 person room with good breakfast. It was a quiet street with trees...it was kind of far from town...very clean. Room had 3 beds."
The end.
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Sorry for the pause, baby just pooped. Gross. She also cries when I put her down, so I'm typing this with one hand now.
Dang it, Titus just went nuts outside and is covered in dirt. Be right back again.
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Okay, I'm back. Lyla let me put her down, so I need to bang this sucker out quick. So as I was saying, the 49ers are looking really good again this year, I think they have a chance to get back to the Super Bo.....wait, shoot, wrong blog. But seriously, football season is only a month away!
Anyways, what I meant to say is parenting is like having a hundred simultaneous thoughts running through your head that never come to full completion, so they just recycle over and over again like that song you can't stop singing the chorus line of (I'm talking to you, JT, it's like YOU'RE my mirror).
Parenting is also like max interval workouts - you burn and sweat for a high intensity, possibly painful, periods with short spurts of rest in between. Before you can catch your breath you start again.
There are two things that are good, dare I say great about being a parent:
1. You get to see the raw dependence of our humanity, and it gives you a little glimpse of yourself through God's eyes. When she flips a switch from angelic little sleeper to rabid starving animal faster than a Fox News broadcaster reporting on an Obama scandal, I can't help but wonder if my prayers (or worse, actions) sometimes sound and look alike:
"God I want this now!
"Dear God, make this happen or else..."
I'm already learning a lot about myself through her - it's pretty cool and also incredibly frightening to watch.
2. I look at her and think "This is a bonding of two families, created in the form of a literal person." What a neat design, and perhaps a reminder that we're called to live in community and fellowship. The amount of family and friends we've had come through the door the past 10 days has been overwhelming to me - in a good way!
Katey's mom spent the past week with us helping us acclimate to parenthood. I was calling her Megamom by the end of the week - I'd come home from work to dinner ready, laundry finished, dishes washed, and baby quietly nursing in Katey's arms. She was unbelievably helpful (Thanks again Cheryl!). Despite being in the middle of chemo treatment, my Mom (and Dad of course!) was able to come up and spend time with us, cook us some meals and join in the celebration of Lyla as well! Family is a blessing, and I look down the road twenty or thirty years in my mind, and see a glorious design only fathomable by a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness...
So in conclusion, parenting is awesomely painful, gloriously exhausting, and uniquely inspiring.
I hear some stirring...hopefully that coffee is ready...
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