It’s no secret that I don’t love being pregnant. I’ve complained about it a lot.
I’m thankful that no one told me what pregnancy would really be like; I would never have done it the first time.
I would have missed out on my calling.
No one told me how much I would love being a mother. Even when I can’t find time to bathe or even pee in peace, I love being a mother.
My sun rises and sets on Grace, and I know it will rise and set on the new baby when she gets here.
I believe with all my heart that God created me to mother. My sister and parents have complained for years about being mothered. Now I have little people who like it. It’s my thing.
Part of mothering is setting a good example. As you may have guessed from my previous skincare posts, I’m not very good at taking care of myself.
My children? I’m the best. No one does it better than me.
Myself? Um. Not so much.
I want to set a better example for my girls. I don’t want them to learn that mothers always come last. I want them to learn that mothers have needs, too, and that taking care of yourself is as important as taking care of others.
We brush our teeth together each morning and evening. Grace likes to mimic me as I apply deodorant, and she likes to share my lip balm. There’s no reason that we can’t wash our faces together in the morning and apply moisturizer in the evening.
It can be our new routine, something that big girls do together.
I like it.
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