on being a mom last night and this morning

i got in the shower last night at 11pm. i have found it’s easier to take a shower at night while the children are sleeping vs. trying to juggle three children, a dog, breakfast, and a husband getting ready for work. while finishing showering, josh knocked on the door and peeked his head in. he was holding our daughter who had obviously been crying. i told them i was just getting ready to get out of the shower and he closed the door. i called for him asking if she had to go potty. she did. i wrapped myself in my towel so she could come in.

she was very upset. she had woken up needing ‘to go pee’, but daddy didn’t hear her on the monitor and mommy didn’t hear her because i was in the shower. once daddy finally heard her, she was into full-blown crying mode. poor little thing.

after she went potty, daddy came to carry her back to bed and tuck her in. then daddy came back to the bathroom to tell me that our daughter needed to talk with me for a minute. i threw on my jammies and knelt down by her bed. she said she was thinking about her foster mom. when i asked her what she was thinking she said, “i just remember.” i asked her if she was just remembering living there and being with her foster mom and she said yes. i told her those were good things to think about because her foster mom is a great lady who loves her very much.

i asked her if she was thinking about anything else. she said, “a question.” i asked her if she had a question for mommy and she said she did. she wondered if she could have her curtains opened a little so she could look out the window. i opened them and we looked up at the stars. i asked her if she knew who made those stars and she said Jesus. i asked her if she knew that He made families and little beautiful baby girls for daddy and mommy(josh & i) to love. i asked her if she knew that He made two beautiful baby boys for mommy and daddy to love. she said she did and that she remembered when our youngest one was a new baby and she went to meet him at the hospital. i couldn’t believe she remembering. she was only 3 and a half at that point, but it was only a year ago.

i told her i love her and i gave her lots of kisses. i also told her that mommy likes it when she talks to me and tells me the things she’s thinking about. i also told her that i don’t ever want her to be scared to tell me anything. she smiled and gave me kisses too.

priceless.

our baby was the first one up this morning. he slept until 7am. whoo hoo! i got up to get him and i brought him into bed with me. he just sat on my tummy and looked around and ‘talked’. after josh let the dog out he got back into bed too. the baby layed down and josh put his arm over the baby’s tummy. the baby gently rubbed josh’s arm.

priceless.

our middle son was the last to wake up. he slept until about 7:30am. josh went up to get him. he was on top of all of his covers and totally soaked. josh changed his diaper and got him dressed. i went up and grabbed his sheets.

priceless.

well, not really. i could stand to have no more bedwetting. and someday i will. and how much have i had since the kids moved in?

our daughter–1 time
our middle son–2 times
our baby–1 time

how many nights have they been here?–11

not too bad i guess.

and a very small price to pay for the fun we’ve been having and the love we feel. the fun we’ve had with the kids and the fun we’ve had together. the love we feel for the kids and the love we feel for eachother. having the kids here really has brought more love into our home. more consideration. more kindness. more gentleness.

3 Comments

  • Margaret

    OK. I’m crying. Even the bed-wetting is priceless because it will go away. I’m so happy for you. I can’t wait till the day we can exchange stories.

  • Bethany

    What a great mom! You handled that situation with your daughter with such sensitivity. It sounds like you’re all settling right in. Congratulations!

    (came to you through Open Window)

  • Stephanie

    A real tear jerker! I’m so glad she felt okay talking to you so soon. I knew their transition would be a great one. And about the pee thing…I was going to say I wish a kid would pee on me someday, but then it sounded weird…but you know what I mean!

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