This one goes out to all my new parent friends and all my soon to be parent friends. As I type this I have a squawking little baby sitting next to me making doe eyes. In fact I’m typing one handed because he’s chewing on my other hand.
Here’s the thing, parenting is hard. The more kids you add the harder it gets. You are pushed to the furthest limits of what you think you can take. You probably cry on a weekly basis. Each age has its own challenges.
The best thing you could ever do.
But you need to be willing to let yourself go. You are not the protagonist of the movie anymore. Your kids are. The worst days I have are the days I try and do anything for myself with my kids around. The best days are the days I deny myself and seek to serve and love my kids.
This is also the model of Christianity we are called too. It’s also what God does for us.
Dying to yourself. Your series is over, but guess who has a recurring part on the spin off? You do, buddy!
So those moments that your kid wakes up the second you put him down, or won’t go to sleep even though you are ready to scream, cry, and jump out the window. Or the moment your kids fight instead of play. Or the first time your kid actively disobeys you, or shows you sass. Remember, we’re all screaming, crying, and jumping out windows with you. And tomorrow will be a better day.