Since December

I have learned so many precious lessons since Miss Lyla Rose was born.  Becoming a mom of three hasn't exactly been seamless.  But it has been heavenly.  It's hard to wake up every morning and not recognize the many miracles that have happened, despite my constant worrying, pain, frustration, and anxiety.  I would have to really go out of my way not to feel the love of Heavenly Father in every facet of my life- all the blessings.

That being said, my role as a mom of three under the age of four is exhausting.  No- the word exhausting doesn't cover it.  The thesaurus does a pretty good job though...My role as a mom makes me feel physically bankrupt, burnt out, conked out, crippled, debilitated, disabled, done in, drained, enervated, bled dry, depleted, devoured (that's my favorite), desperate, dispersed, dissipated, fatigued, sapped, taxed, tired, weary, etc...

But then I look at this...

And I'm reminded of one of my favorite poems by Katie Van Dyke- Sweet Monotony 

Feeding

FeedingBurping

FeedingBurpingChanging

FeedingBurpringChangingCooing

FeedingBurpingChangingCooingFussing

FeedingBurpringChangingingCookingFussingRockingSleeping

FeedingBurpingChangingCooingFussingRockingSleepingWaking

BurpingChangingCooingFussingRockingSleepingWaking

CHangingCooingFussingRockingSleepingWaking

CooingFussingRockingSleepingWaking

RockingSleepingWaking

SleepingWaking

Waking

Though the order may change,

the motions are the same.

Regardless of time,

regardless of day,

My life

and the life of my baby's

is made up of the same movements

over and

over and

over again.

It is exhausting

for both of us.

I sometimes long for a change...Does she?

But then I remember that

music is made

using the same seven notes in variation.

And only twenty-six letters combine 

to create poems, and plays, and masterpieces.

I realize that monotony can create miracles.

So I will go through the motions with my baby

and we will dance

through the pages

of our own story.

Janet