I’m not supermom?
Shoot, what a bummer.
There was a moment several months ago before Finn was born and I remember it very clearly. I told the kids and my husband how they were getting a bit spoiled with how I was keeping up with all of them and their food/laundry/schooling/etc needs. I told them that once the baby came, I’d need them to pitch in more (kids, not hubby!). I don’t think I was especially prideful about it but I did feel confident in how I was managing life and our household…for the first time in, maybe, years?
I don’t think its bad to feel good about being on top of things and it can be really encouraging to be in that place every now and then. I hadn’t been there for about 7 years since our second child was born and shook my world so much that I plummeted into a lengthy bout of post-partum depression. So I’d like to say it was only fair that I get my turn, except I don’t believe in fairness or the idea that life is actually fair – it isn’t.
Fast forward. Enter Phineas.
Darling and hearty baby boy. Named after a very bold man of the Bible who took the initiative to stand for God’s honor. Did I think our boy could bear this big name? Absolutely, we were certain it was meant for him. It actually means ‘oracle’ which means:
- a person who delivers authoritative, wise, or highly regarded and influential pronouncements
- a divine communication or revelation