Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Feed Me!

Our "Tweet Tweet Eggs" hatched so we now have "Baby Tweet Tweets!" It's so fascinating to see them so close. I've obviously seen baby birds before but only after standing on my tip toes to barely catch a 2 sec. glimpse. Adelyn and I were both so gitty when we opened the propane box and this is what we saw:


Isn't it so sweet how they instinctively open their beaks ready for their momma to feed them?! I automatically drew a parallel to my own life as a full-time mom. On top of diaper changing and laundry, I sometimes feel like that's all I do. You know-- feed my babies. Between Ella's every-3-hour feeding (6x/day) and Adelyn's picky palate, I'm constantly preparing new dishes and washing bottles in between. It's definitely not the fun part of being a mom.

BUT, you know what? The overwhelming feeling I get sometimes knowing that my girls need me is worth all of that. I don't know how to explain it. It gives me purpose. It gives me much more of a purpose than when I didn't have kids and only worried about myself. I think it's so incredible how moms just instinctively give themselves to their kids. They sacrifice so much no matter how monotonous the daily ins and outs can be. And now that I've been a stay-at-home mom for a year now, I've gained such an enormous respect for other full-time moms who are willing to give up their careers and independence to stay home with their kids. Not that I don't respect moms who can have professional lives, too, because my life wasn't easy then either... I just know how this job is sometimes labeled as 'easy' or 'priviledged' and many of the things we do often go unnoticed. As a professional, I used to run on recognition and this job doesn't get any sometimes. We don't get raving annual performance reviews or a slap on the back when we've done something right or even something extraordinary. Sometimes we don't even get a thank you. I can only hope that when my children grow into adults, they will understand why it was important for me to be at home with them during their primary years. I've got the rest of my life to go back to work and be an example of a strong, independent woman who can have her own career, right?! :)

O.k., enough of my random rambling. Here's your photo fix: