I’m part of that Gen Xers who were told we could have a career, a family and a life. Until, I had my first baby, I was that girl trying to have it all. Then the baby came, all angry and colicky. I should have known something was up when she was four days late.
Many months of sleepless night, 18 months to be exact, I’m grateful to just be living. Because, parenting? Parenting y’all is hard stuff!
I guess you can have it all, but your life is a circus act, juggling while walking the tight rope. Sometimes a ball or two or three drops. Sometimes you fall right off the rope. Thank God for the safety nets, husband, family, friends and of course, God.
Dropped balls could mean a messy house or frozen pizza for dinner. It could mean missed appointments. That’s why my life now runs on lists and calendars. Lots and lots of calendars. At home, in the office, on my phone. Recently, I’ve even added alarms.
Falling off the rope… well that’s more serious. Like when we added another baby to the mix through adoption. Depression on top of extreme fatigue is not a good combination.
Life with kids is crazy, hectic, stressful, and tiring. And recently, it has felt like a really bad soap opera. One thing I can guarantee, it is never boring.
These are the days of our lives… the good, the bad and the ugly.
If you’re reading this, thanks for stopping by!
If you need to contact me, try soyonb (at) gmail (dot) com.
Hi, SB,
Tuesday men’s prayer breakfast (30 people average), Wednesday noon service lunch(65 people average), and Sunday evening fellowship meal(300 people avg). And I cook for any other church events which may require meals, and we do have quite a few.
My church has strong belief that church family who share meals together grow closer and stronger. I am the kitchen manager for my church with 600 average attendance on Sunday morning. We have regular meals per WEEK.
Unlike most historic churches in US, my church thrives with young and old members and share very close bonds; not only because of great preaching and leadership, but also because we sit together and break bread together.
Thank you for asking!
Look forward to reading more of your family’s journey in adoption and growth of Soso.
Warmly,
Kay
I meant to say, three meals per WEEK.