Moonlight Serenade plays on my Harry Connick Jr. pandora station. I sway, I rock, I dance to the music. I hum the familiar tune while I persuade my baby to give in and sleep. He is snuggled to my chest and slowly gives in.
Libby is doing her dishwasher chore, Elliott is drinking his milk, the big kids are at school and I finally have a minute to sit.
Life is hard. Life is hard for everyone in the world though. I think you’d be hard pressed to find anyone who said their life was easy. We all have our struggles, our trials, our ups and downs. I rarely sit anymore without having Elliott tell me he wants to sit on me. He wants me. He wants his Mama. For the last six weeks he has had to share me with the baby. He hasn’t gotten the snuggles he wants everytime he wants them. Life is hard for him.
Seth, Amelia and Libby have once again had to deal with Mama who can’t be everything they need when they need her. They have to learn patience and self reliance. I pray when I can come back to them, they still want me.
Elliott comes walking up to me asking for a brownie. I don’t have anymore I tell him. He is not happy with that answer. Libby wants chocolate milk. I forgot to make it for her for lunch because I was juggling making lunch while holding a screaming baby.
Life is just hard for everyone.
But we trudge through our difficulties and just keep swimming. I know it won’t always be this hard. On Sunday we had friends over and we were talking about this very thing. When you are in the midst of the hard, you can’t see that it will ever end. But eventually it does and when it does you can’t believe you made it through.
The baby is stirring again. Time for me to pick up my dance where we left off.
Nat King Cole is singing about Mona Lisa…again, I sing with him.