The Lull


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You know those conversations that are ingrained in your memory. The thoughts that just stuck with you. Maybe something inspirational, sad, happy or even hopeful. I have titled one such convo “the lull”.

I remember it like it was yesterday…

After a chaotic morning of stuffing 4 wiggly arms into the sleeves of shirts, and 4 kicking legs into pants, pouring cereal, nursing the baby, cleaning up spilled milk, changing the clothes I just wrestled on because now they were wet from milk, getting myself as presentable as humanly possible in 10 min., packing the diaper bag, strapping a 2 year old in a 5 point harness and lugging a 80lb (at least it seemed like it) and snapping in it to place…I was off to church.

You see when your husband works at the church and has to be there early, you are the only adult getting the kids ready to go! So, side note, thank you wives of church leaders for sacrificing and serving your families and your church!

Anyway…then you park, hold the toddler’s hand and carry the car seat and diaper bag all the way to the nursery. I don’t care if it’s -20 degrees…at this point you’re sweaty.

But then finally you can drop the kids off at the nursery and know they are being loved and cared for while you grab a free coffee and sit down! Until your number flashes on the screen 5 min into the service…EVERY SERVICE FOR 6 MONTHS !

So then you rescue the screaming baby and are left to wander the halls until church is dismissed.

He's all grown up now...but this kid HATED the church nursery! Fun times.

He’s all grown up now…but this kid HATED the church nursery! Fun times.

As I was roaming the halls I saw a friend, whose children are much older than mine, sitting and enjoying a book. Not sure why she wasn’t in the service..but hey maybe God wanted her to talk to me!

She asked how the kids were (at that point I only had two and they were 2 and 6 months). I said something like “oh they’re busy” and laughed it off. Then, trying to relate to her I said “But I hear it gets even harder.” Then she said the most beautiful, hopeful words. ….

“Yeah, but there is a nice 7 year lull.”

Lull! There’s a Lull!!

It was honest and simple.

If you were reading up to this point and were expecting some profound scripture or wisdom that would strike a chord in your heart. Sorry. I was, and still am, very excited for the LULL!

Here’s the point where I say “Now don’t get me wrong, I love my kids..but” No buts, I do love my kids. And every day is an adventure. Some are so adventurous that I never want to repeat them, hehe. The wonder in their eyes as they learn about life and the world is inspiring and honest. Cuddling is my favorite and I could do it forever! I love them!

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But…ok there it is…haha…it’s exhausting. The wiping, the fighting, the buckling in the car seats, the “I’m hungry”, the “Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mommy, mom, hey mom, mom”, the no sleeping, the…blah blah blah…you know!

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So to hear in that moment that there is a sweet lull between the “they need every ounce of my attention, energy and focus” and boyfriends/girlfriends and driving, was a sigh of relief.

I think it happens when the youngest is around 6 before the oldest is 13. I have a few friends that are there already and it’s like they are walking on sunshine. It’s like a big rest after all those years of exhaustion. It’s amazing.

So yeah, I am pretty pumped for the lull! Don’t worry..I am “enjoying every moment” of them growing up…well maybe not every moment. :) I squeeze their cheeks, shower them with kisses, grab them for a snuggle and just watch them explore life. It’s all wonderful, but I am still very excited for the lull!

What’s your favorite stage?

Are you a “I love fresh tiny little babies”  like my mother, or “not until they talk and walk” ,like my brother, or “when can they go biking, like my dad”?


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