Motherhood :: A Marathon of Hurdles

Well, week one of the writing challenge didn't really go that well, but even if I haven't succeeded in writing five times a week as promised, I'm at least writing more frequently than I used to, which is a good thing, right? But today is Monday. A new week means a fresh start, and I'm praying that this week goes better than last week. It has already started off well. Micah slept for almost 12 hours last night without waking up at all, and when it came time for her morning nap, I laid her down in the crib, and she drifted off to sleep without a fuss. For the first time in 7 days, Micah put herself to sleep. Glorious day! I love rocking my baby, but I don't love being chained to the rocking chair while she naps in my arms. I'd rather rock her while she's awake. Cuddling time is sweeter then.

I have a friend who just had a baby a few weeks ago. The other day on her blog, she quipped that motherhood is a marathon, not a sprint. She's right. It's definitely a marathon. But it's a marathon of hurdles. Every time you drag yourself over a hurdle, there's another one looming in front of you. Recovery time is short. And the hurdles just keep stretching out in the distance. I'm pretty sure they'll never go away. Maybe with more practice, I'll be able to handle the hurdles better and will hop over them with ease. For now, I'm just glad when they're behind me. I don't know what the next hurdle will be, but I'm sure that there will be one. For now, I'm going to enjoy the in-between time.

Until next time, grace and peace.