Going from four children to three (in a good way) is a strange experience.
In a life that generally just gets harder and harder (as we add new children and new developmental stages), things suddenly get that much easier.
The kids all fit in one row of the Expedition, allowing me to enjoy the full back for groceries. The number of children is only one more than my number of hands. It’s that much easier to coordinate nap times.
I start to feel like I’m on top of it all, like I’ve got strength in myself to handle anything, like I don’t need anyone.
And then we do weekend respite for a two-month-old on the same weekend Daniel was volunteering for something and we were having people over and have a Sunday night meeting at church.
And I’ve been disabused of any secret thoughts I’d been harboring of my self-sufficiency.
“I need Thee, oh, I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
Oh, bless me now, my Savior!
I come to Thee.”