On the one hand, I enjoy playing the part of "supermom": baking cookies, going to the park, visiting friends, doing chores, keeping up on the baby book and letters to Ethan, even making my own baby food and the occasional reading and crocheting.
On the other hand, my Type A personality thrives on a good challenge and the use of all my gifts. When my client praises me for that really well written article, or the subtle but vital error I caught and corrected, I feel a glow of pride that even in this way, I am making a difference by making someone else's job easier.
Most days are an intricate balancing act of nursing, laundry, writing, playtime, dishes, editing, naptime, mealtime, proofing, diapers, bathtime, bottles, picking up and getting dinner in the oven before hubby gets home. And even on the really hard days — the days when it's just me and E taking on the world — I find myself getting it done, taking it one minute, one second, at a time.
They say being a mom is the hardest job. I would argue that being a mom is easy — it's being everything else we're required to be in addition to mom that makes it hard. But God doesn't give us more than we can handle, and He knows what's best for each one.
In the end, being present for all of Ethan's firsts, drinking in every moment with him while he's still the sweet little baby who likes to be cuddled and held, is my greatest wish, and God granted it in a way that fulfills our every need.
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