i thought that by now i’d be a little more fluent in the native language, that i would remember jarod’s love languages and strive to serve him through them and that i’d be a bit more competent and feel completely normal in my role as mommy.
but then i remember that in this language i will never arrive, it truly is a lifelong process.
that sometimes in stages of transition the best we can strive for is sanity.
and that what makes me a mommy is not my abilities but my sacrificial love.
then i rest in grace… and in so doing, gain a little more stamina for the long haul.