Being a new mom is like living the Groundhog’s Day life…and it’s worth it.
I dreamed for years of being a mommy before God blessed me with that gift. I will always remember a dream I had after my second miscarriage, of a tiny blonde baby sitting on my bed and saying, “Don’t cry Momma.. I’m coming to you.”
My first was born with blonde highlights (both my husband and I are brunettes) and has called me Momma since she could talk.
I’m now a recent mom of two and some days… most days… are hard. It’s a merry go round of thinking I’ve figured it all out and I have no idea what I’m doing. It’s losing your mind and finding your soul.
I recently tried to put my coffee pot in the fridge, will dry my hair only to be spit upon moments after, and I can’t ever find a pacifier in times of need. But through the sleepless nights and crying, there are smiles that melt all the chaos away like a popsicle on a hot July day.
Somewhere between feeling you have lost your identity and a deep feeling of significance, there are hugs that need to be given and boo boos that need to be kissed. There are eyes that look to you as if you hold all the answers in the world. And while I don’t, I gaze back in confidence because I know we are held by the One who does.
Kimmie McHugh is an Italian wifey, stay at home mommy of two, and animal lover living in North Carolina with strong New York roots and a lab named Kramer. She often wonders why areas of her house are sticky, constantly battles the laundry game and struggles with wanting a break and then feeling guilty after 30 minutes at Target by herself. She hardly knows what she’s doing but what she knows for sure is prayer, coffee, and love get her through this crazy beautiful ride. Oh, and smiling is her absolute favorite.
