Y’all, its been rough around the Huffman Homestead lately. Huff the Hubs was out of town all last week and this week, leaving 7 1/2 months pregnant me alone with Huff the Tot. Thankfully, I’ve had family and friends to help me out. Pretty sure I owe about 8 different people fruit baskets after these two weeks are up!
I haven’t been sleeping well. Mostly because Hermione hasn’t been sleeping well. Her normal bedtime is 7:30 p.m. However, my little Gryffindor hasn’t been falling asleep (slash staying in her bed) until about 10:30 p.m. And then she wakes around 1:00 a.m. And again at 7:00 a.m. She fights her naps with everything within her. She’s also been flipping out during bath time. Seriously; its like she’s part cat or something.
Needless to say, I’ve cried A LOT over the past 7 1/2 days.
I’ve also been praying (A LOT) that Hermione would nap and sleep at night.
And it seems like all of my prayers have been answered… except the ones regarding Hermione’s sleep. Yesterday, I had a full-on meltdown about it. Why was He not answering my prayers? Why was he letting me suffer? (And yes, I sure did say suffer. You try being pregnant with a non-sleeping two year old and you tell me how YOU’D describe what you’re going through.)
Then, I started thinking about it. I remembered a quote said by tons of people many times: “When you pray, God’s answers are normally ‘yes’, ‘no’, or ‘wait’.” But then I thought, “What if there’s a fourth response? Such as: ‘I’m teaching you something.”
That’s when I realized God was working on me during these two weeks. And what has He been teaching me?
Its tough sometimes to remember that kids are just that, kids. They don’t know as much as adults do because they haven’t had the same experience we have. As my dad so eloquently put it, “She’s only been on Earth two years! Cut her some slack!” So that’s what I’ve been doing. Those times at night when I’m so exhausted I can’t remember my own name and she’s been out of bed twenty times, I repeat to myself, “She’s only two. She’s only two. Show her grace, but be firm that she’s sleeping in her own bed.” Its actually helped A LOT.
I’ve never been a patient person. But these past two weeks (and, really, the past two years of being a parent) have really helped me refine my patience. I’m in no way close to being as patient as some, but I can feel God working on me in that area.
Though I have totally cried just about everyday, I feel like my self-control is being polished. Nothing makes you dig deep into your reserves of self-control when your child is kicking and thrashing around and you’re still able to stay calm when you just want to pull a Beast:
And even though I know I still have A LOT of work to do with myself, I think having this perspective will help me out the rest of this week, as well as when Huff the Babe makes his grand entrance into the world.
(Sidebar: To all the military wives/moms and single moms out there, I salute you. I know I’m only getting a tiny taste of what you deal with on a daily basis and that makes me want to salute you, girl.)