The most common advice I got while pregnant was something along the lines of "Enjoy every moment because the days are long but the years are short."
I can't yet testify that the years are short. But boy oh boy are the days long.
In the back of my mind I know that I'm not just taking care of my baby. There's something greater going on. Adam and I have been entrusted by God to raise Ryan. He is a gift from God. And specifically, we have been instructed to raise him to be a Godly man.
"Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it" -Proverbs 22:6
I must remember this when I am pacing the hallway at 3am, trying not to cry myself because Ryan just won't stop crying.
I must remember this when I haven't taken a shower or brushed my teeth in 3 days.
I must remember this when I am eating dinner with 1 hand, spilling my food on the couch as I nurse Ryan in my other arm.
I must remember this when Ryan poops into my hand as I am in the middle of changing his diaper.
There is more to being a mom than just changing poopy diapers. There is something greater going on that I must keep in mind throughout the long days. God's plans for Ryan are great, and I am privileged to be called his Mommy here on Earth.