Brayden has been a little Tazmanian Devil today. He's like this whirlwind that comes through and tears up the house...only things he's allowed to touch of course...and then he passes out with exhaustion. We really are enjoying him though. Sometimes when I'm in a selfish mood I start feeling sorry for myself...not getting to go out whenever I want, feeling like I have no hobby, having to kind of be on his schedule...blah, blah, blah.
But then I think to myself "Self, snap out of it. This is your ministry and this is what God wants you to do. Nurturing Brayden(not just making sure he gets to eat and be changed)playing with him, holding him, making sure he's a happy baby is one of the most important jobs ever. Why feel sorry for yourself?" And then I REALLY enjoy him. Baby's truly are a gift and miracle...I hope I get to experiece motherhood over and over.