A Team Sport

Parenting truly is a team sport. It takes a village to raise a child...not necessarily because the child needs multiple influences (although I do believe that is the case)...more because raising a child is such a tall order.

Chris has been sick the past three days. I have felt exhausted at the end of the night as his support was limited to looking at Rylyn in my arms and saying, "She's so cute!" Ry and I resorted to sleeping together in the single bed in her room to help with fatigue and night feedings. Not to mention quarantining ourselves from the "daddy germs." We went over to a friends' house for dinner on Sunday night. Chris was feeling better that evening, only to feel worse the next morning (as is custom with a chest congestion that often sticks and settles overnight). It was nice to give my arms a break and enjoy her someone else's arms.

When someone else is holding your baby you get a different perspective of her you can't get from holding her close. Like watching her expressions over someone else's shoulder that you can't see over your own. There is also that wanting inside...a wanting to hold her again, which feels so much better than the wanting to put her down.

Bible Reflections:


2 Peter 1:5-7


⁵ But also for this very reason, giving all diligence, add to your faith virtue, to virtue knowledge, ⁶ to knowledge self-control, to self-control perseverance, to perseverance godliness, ⁷ to godliness brotherly kindness, and to brotherly kindness love.


-Life is rarely a sprint, but more often a marathon that requires perseverance. Through knowledge, self-control, and the love of God and others we are able to keep running and more importantly, we want to keep running.