The Gift of Rest and Peace

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Curled up in bed with our 4-day-old baby and listening to the hum of activity in our kitchen, I keep dozing off to the rise and fall of my husband’s voice as he attempts to organize the younger children into making dinner. It feels decadent to have done not much more than feed the baby and sleep since Rita’s arrival on Monday evening. My husband and older children have given me the incredibly generous gift of doing nothing. For the first time since becoming a mom 20+ years ago, I’m able to just snuggle the baby, sleep, and heal.
It started when our first was born, my husband worked and went to school full time, and there wasn’t anyone to come and help

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I’m the 40-something-ish wife of my beloved Computer Guy. I’m the adoring and incredibly proud mom of nine children…two saints…seven in training. I’m my brothers’ sister and my parents’ daughter. I’m a devout Catholic, an avid political junkie, able debater, aspiring home-maker, amazing friend, and I make the meanest Chicken Fried Steak you’ll ever have the pleasure of eating. I’m a homeschooling guru, a writing addict, a sometimes public-speaker, and an advocate for staying true to the person God created you to be. I can’t live in a house with white walls, sing Billy Joel songs while I wash the dishes, will read anything you put in my hands, and am completely obsessed with rhinestones and cute shoes. I am just like moms the whole world over, and then some.

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