My sweet, innocent girl. Right after doing something terribly disgusting. She’s had a horrible diaper rash so this morning we let her little bum free. I was upstairs just cleaning away when Kellen frantically started yelling for me. I thought he was just being funny so I kept on cleaning. Then it started sounding serious so I came down to help. I’ll spare you the details and just say it was everywhere. I couldn’t help but laugh as I ran to grab my camera. Kellen stopped me saying, “Let’s not document her poo, okay?!” Ha! You can thank him for the nastiness I won’t be sharing ;) We got her all cleaned up and dressed in big brother’s shirt. Stell was right back in the tee-pee the second the mess was cleaned up.
Do you remember the first time poocaso struck the Humpherys’ home? I won’t forget it! As I read back through that post it gave me courage and a good laugh. I remember what I felt like at the time and the pressure I put on myself in my role as a mother. The transition into two kids forced me to let go of a lot of those feelings of inadequacy. It’s almost like my hands are too busy to worry about if they’re providing enough. There are just certain things you have to let be when your responsibilities are multiplied. I don’t worry so much about that idea of who I should be as a mother.
My energy has been more focused on rediscovering who I am as a woman. It’s easy to lose yourself in motherhood. I don’t mean the good kind where you lose yourself in service but the not so good kind when you stop feeling like you and instead you’re feeling more like a zombie nurse maid. I’ve had this conversation with my sister lately more times than I can count. I’m working on doing things for me. Have you ever felt lost in motherhood? I’m all ears for any advice!