I was ready for church 1/2 an hour early. You all know the story...feeding Max and all of a sudden he spits up everything he just ate all over me. I was more emotional about it than I should have been. I wasn't upset with Max. Just emotional over a silly little incident. I so seldom bother dressing up at all. And when I try I just end up with sour milk all over me. All I wear are my husband's hand-me-down T-shirts because most days I end up going through three or four of them. I don't feel attractive. My hair just gets in the way. My wedding ring doesn't fit. My shoes don't fit (especially any cute Sunday shoes.) Most of my clothes (especially the cute ones) don't fit. I am working on that (some of the time) regularly, but seriously how do you work out your feet? Will they ever be the pre-pregancy size again or should I just get rid of all my shoes and start over?
I came home from Relief Society a bit disappointed. I keep wanting something more than I am getting there. Max was sleepy and wanting to be held. I lay on the bed with him and then James joined us. We took a family nap all cuddled up together. There with my two boys I felt so content, peaceful and loved. It was a perfect moment.
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2 comments:
I love the previous pictures of Max. He really is becoming a little boy instead of an infant and it goes so fast.
Perfect moments come far to infrequently compared to the 'spit' moments and many others that come with being the mommy. I'm happy for you that you were able to recognize that moment and hope for you that you have many more of those times!
Hang on to your shoes, it's only been 4 months. Remember the 9 it took to grow out of your shoes? It will come.
That spit up thing happened to us the very first Sunday I went to take Anneka to church. I just cried, cuz D wasn't home to help being out at a meeting, so I was on my own.
I know what it feels like to want more from those meetings, to have that need to be filled when I'm lacking.
Hope you find it soon! Whether at church, or on your own.
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