Each month I like to flip through some of my old journals to see what was going on that time of the year. October 2009 was an interesting time in our life: Jasper had yet to be born, and we were babysitting our niece Sophia for a weekend. I wrote,
“At one point during the weekend (it was Friday night), I started crying because I didn’t know if I could handle the responsibility. I thought to myself, ‘On Monday, our life will be back to normal.’ And when it hit me that the normal I know will only last a couple more months, I panicked!”
Interestingly enough, I’m in the same boat, two years later. Three weeks in to having a second child, the other night I panicked when I realized, WE HAVE TWO KIDS!!!
But here’s the next sentence in that particular journal entry:
“But by Sunday night, I didn’t want to take Sophia back to her parents! I had so much fun snuggling with her, giggling, learning, and watching her grow.”
So while the panic hasn’t necessarily gone away completely (I mean, I HAVE TWO KIDS NOW!), I know that in a few weeks from now, this will be old hat and I won’t be able to imagine life any other way.