It was a simple March day. I had driven my three kids 40 minutes to drop off a meal for a friend who had a newborn and was moving. We decided to capitalize on our trip by going to a local indoor kids’ park. This place was awesome. It was this whole play structure of tubes and slides and ropes and things on which to frolic. We could easily have spent hours there. My two sons, ages 5 and 3, disappeared smoothly into it, and I realized my daughter, almost 2 at the time, needed a diaper change. So, into the bathroom we went.
When I finished my daughter’s diaper change, her spirited little self was eager to go off and play. The only problem: I was 20 weeks pregnant (read: NOT able to navigate this park myself) and she was too little to go by herself with all the big kids around. Ugh. Certainly, this was going to put a premature end to an otherwise enjoyable afternoon. Before I could troubleshoot, or expend my energies on appeasing my youngest who would not understand the artificial restrictions I was putting on her, my 5-year-old came out of nowhere to save the day without so much as a request.
“Ruthie, let’s go!”
After confirming he would stay with her the whole time, off they went. I watched her brother carefully keep older kids from accidentally hurting her and leading her boldly around this exciting new realm, spending his freedom in the care and comfort of his sister. I sat down and let the feeling of relief wash over me.
There are times when it seems like things fall apart, chaos foments, and we completely lose our minds. But more often than I would expect, the above happens to me. In small ways, I get exactly what I need just in the nick of time. I don’t know what you believe, but it’s as if God Himself reaches down and removes the obstacles of motherhood, just for a moment, to let me catch up.
Most of the things that work out are out are luck. Stars align. Impossible timing works out. It’s not magic, and the grind is still there. But, God has a special place in his heart for us mamas who struggle so much. He sees us carrying on in the trenches and calms the field of battle, making us strong again in moments of crushing weakness.
Remember mama, and believe, you’ll get what you need when you need it. Things work out, even when it feels like the world is crashing down. God is good and he’ll be there for you at your strongest and at your weakest.
How does Marabou support women?
We live in culture where “bouncing back” is more valued than proper rest. As admirable as it may be for a sports star to get back on the field, the same rules don’t apply to postpartum recovery. The traditional resting period has been stolen from women through pressure to get back to their job or simply through lack of presence.
Grandmas, sisters and best friends who otherwise would have been there to help a woman transition into motherhood often live too far away to be of any help. Household chores and caring for older children inevitably fall on the mom. But she just delivered a new life! She needs rest.
Marabou Services is a unique gift registry which provides services instead of stuff. Most mom’s get too many onesies, too many baby blankets and not enough helping hands. Break out of a destructive cultural norm and start a Marabou registry today.
With a Marabou registry you can sing up for any service which will benefit you or someone you know during the postpartum recovery period.
Postpartum doulas for a first time mom
House cleanings for moms of multiples
Childcare for moms with older children!
Once your registry is created, add it to any other registry or post it to your Facebook and ask friends and family contribute to your postpartum service, rather than buying you more stuff.