I mentioned to my husband as we’re going into church yesterday that it’s getting harder and harder to get up in the morning. I am four-and-a-half months pregnant.
He asked: Is it harder to get up because of energy, or due to the task of moving that gigantic belly into a vertical position?
I elbowed him in the ribs, of course. It’s a good thing I can take “Shamu” jokes with my head held high.
But this trouble moving out of bed in the morning (which is, by the way, for both those reasons above) produces other anxieties: namely, where is the time and need to write going to fit as I make yet another adjustment to parenthood in the coming months?
It used to fit neatly between 4:30 and 6 a.m. every day. Husband was getting ready for work and then out the door, and the two-year-old Little Man was still sleeping. I am a morning person, so rising early was no big deal.
Now, I am lucky to roll myself and my bulging belly out of bed by 6:30 every day (even though my alarm goes off at 5:45 – even then, at 5:45, I thought I was allowing myself some wiggle room). My son is often awake by 6:30. If he’s not, it’s not long before he is.
It’s hard not to get panicky about this. But when it comes right down to it, I know I just have to trust.
Trust what, you say?
I have to trust that all the things that are important to me will happen in due time. (Pardon the pun.) I know that those things that are priorities in my life will take place – kid time, writing, family time – even if I can’t immediately see where it all fits.
I am living a moment-by-moment life. And that’s just as it should be. Because if we focus too far out on the journey, we risk missing what’s right before our eyes, whether it’s our own child pointing to a beautiful ray of sunlight, or a quiet moment to put pen to paper.
How do you prioritize your tasks?