Adapting
Phoenix decided to throw her schedule out the window today. It started with a 5am wake up call (she has been sleeping through the night) with a request of a bottle. Thankfully, she went back to sleep and didn’t get back up till 8….a BIG THANK YOU to Daddy for getting up and feeding her!!! She ate again at 9 then wanted to go back to sleep! Woke up an hour later. Played…ate a snowball…..played some more….did some yoga with Mommy…played some more…went back to sleep. She is due to eat again in about an hour, so I guess this will be another short nap. Maybe she will be back on track after lunch. Probably not. So we adjust. We adapt.
Adapt. That is what people told me Phoenix would do. Adapt. She would adapt the way she holds things, the way she walks, the way she eats. Everything. She will adapt. Today, as I watched her play I was amazed at how she is starting to hold on to her toys. She does three different holds…. 1) Grasps the toy with both hands. Balls and stuffed animals work best for this hold. 2) Grasps the toy with both hands but some how manages to get her hand in a hole or wedges it in between her pinky (which is a little free-er [is that a word?] than the rest of her fingers) and ring finger/rest of her fingers). 3) Somehow grasps the toy between her hand and wrist. This hold is one handed. I watched her in awe of what she has learned to do. The definition of adaption is: to make suitable to requirements or conditions. It is awe inspiring to watch her learn and adapt to life around her. However, I think I have had to adapt more than her….she doesn’t know any different but I do. I have adapted to motherhood. I have adapted to the idea that my life will never be the same. I am slowly adapting to this new life.
Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plans for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare (or peace) and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.” Do you know my favorite part of this verse? “Declares the Lord.” That means it will happen…it might not be what I thought it would be, but I have to rest in the knowledge that this is God’s plan for me. I have to adapt to His plan…not mine. His. Not going to lie…it is hard. It is hard that I just can’t hand Phoenix a toy to play with, but have to help her figure it out in her own way. We adapt. You know what? It is okay. It will work out.
As I finish this entry Phoenix has decided to stick to her normal routine. Again I adapt.
Mommy loves her Little Phoenix
Sweet and Precious Little Phoenix
Mommy loves her Little Phoenix
Honest to Goodness I do
See here Sandman is comin’
And he’ll be here mighty mighty soon
But if you don’t cry
He will be stoppin’ by with a Great Big Lollypop Moon
5 Comments
Margaret Meder
February 27, 2013This is great essay! Adapting becomes a way of life – for both child and parents. Thanks for sharing these ideas.
Sally
February 27, 2013You and Luke are amazing parents! God knew what He was doing when He gave His Special Phoenix such a special Mommy and Daddy!
Tony
February 28, 2013You will be surprised what the human body can adapt to giving certain circumstances.
Jamie Cook
February 28, 2013Love this! It’s so true! I love the part about you having to adapt more than her. I feel the same way. This is her normal. Thank you for sharing!
Morgan
March 6, 2013Great post! So heartfelt and true! Exactly the way that I feel some days. I does get better. Slowly but surely it does.