I remember thinking, “When will things get back to normal?” I was a first-time mom, and our new baby boy was barely two weeks old. I can hear you snickering.
My dream of becoming a momma had come true. But for all my years of wishing and praying and even my last nine months of planning, nothing had prepared me for the upheaval of “normal” that was coming with the birth of our first child.
My naive yearning to take my baby and get back to normal was a delusion. Gradually, it was replaced with the sober yet hopeful reality that, after a period of transition, I would find a new normal. If it didn’t kill me first.
Transitions can be like that.
