Even before the boys were born, one question kept me up at night. How am I going to meet everyone’s needs?
The boys are 8 months old this week and I still wrestle with this question. Not so much at night because I’m dog-tired. But in the day to day grind – when structure and order unravel. When entropy works its predictable destruction and I dash about the house with little ones toddling after me, needing me. All at the same time.
Usually, they’re asking for small things like tying a bow, putting their baby doll’s dress on, a drink of water. Those kind of needs I can squeeze in quickly (usually). But minutes later I can sense they need my time. I see it in the book they are handing me to read, the blanket they are thrusting up to me, wanting to be snuggled.