This morning I awoke to little feet crawling all over my face, then hands practically slapping the living daylights out of me, followed by endless strands of spit going from my forehead to my nose. Ugh! Disgusting I know. But what can I say. I'm used to it.
If you haven’t assumed by now, I’m speaking of the most energetic, non-stop baby in the universe.
Too tired to retire from my cozy sheets, and my snug pillow positioned perfectly, I watch the little busy body step all over me, pull things from my already messy dresser full of eye-shadow, powder, and other miscellaneous girly things. I knew within a matter of seconds, he was capable of destroying my entire room as well as himself, so out went my peaceful morning of looking at the ceiling and sleeping late. That was clearly over as I hopped out of bed prying make-up brushes from the little boogers tiny yet determined fingers.
Although this is the story of my entire summer mornings, I dare not complain. This busy body of a toddler, is my nephew. Even though I love him to the point of no end, I do find solace in the fact that he is my nephew and not my son.
In this generation, its not hard at all to find a 20year-old single parent mother raising little busy toddlers. I sigh in relief, this is not my story.But kudos to the ones who do it, and do it well! Much love to those mothers.
Frequently I change stinky diapers, wipe snotty noses, and kiss little fingers that have been accidentally slammed into doors. Over the years, my nephews have come in like whirlwinds and transformed our lives. I myself have been forced to learn certain things like never leave tops off of bottles, never leave kids unattended with markers crayons, etc. There is never a dull moment, and each day is as a roller coaster. But fortunately it's one roller coaster ride, I can turn over to my sister after 5ive.
I have come to understand, that raising a child is no walk in the park, definitely not a walk in the mall to Forever 21. Its not much of a walk at all, it’s a run. A chase for time, sanity, and peace.
Children are definitely one of God’s greater gifts, but in decent time.
As a twenty year old junior in college, I cant imagine what life for me would be like trying to finish school, accomplish my goals, take care of me, and a child.
Every year almost one million teenage girls become pregnant. And more than half of them are younger than myself, try 17 or younger. And about 40 percent of young women have children at the age of twenty or younger.
Each day as I rise to little crawling feet,sticky fingers, and snotty noses, i cant help but smile. Children bring an indescribable joy and deserve a mothers time, love, and the best shot at life. For that reason, I look forward to my little bundle of joy(s) and the beautiful family that will come along with it. But surely in God's time, and not a day before.
