He fell asleep in my arms just like this last night. Just like when he was a newborn.
Our sweet little guy, Beckett, got his first ever stomach flu, and we were up all night, holding him in our arms each time he threw up, changing out sheets, towels, pajamas, running never ending loads of laundry. Rocking him, singing to him, and letting him sleep on my chest, just like he did as a newborn.
Before becoming a mom I used to think sleepless nights like this with vomit in my hair would be one of the “worst parts” of parenting, but honestly, as I was laying in the dark with him in the middle of the night, I couldn’t help but thank God that He entrusted us to be the ones to take care of our little boy. That he was here and he was ours. It sounds weird but it really is an honor to be the one to absorb all the mess, to tell him it will be okay, to hold and comfort and love him through something he doesn’t understand.
I got a little teary thinking this is what God does for us. He embraces us in our mess. He loves us beyond our own understanding. I feel like my eyes are just open in a whole new way in this season of life. It’s truly not “poor me.” It’s lucky me. Thank you, Lord, for a fresh perspective. For this precious gift. I’m going to hold on to each sweet moment in the middle of the mess as long as I can.
We’ve been reading the book Parenting: 14 Gospel Principles That Can Radically Change Your Family by Paul David Tripp and it has given us such an incredible outlook on parenting. You can check it out here.