Here I am in my bathrobe again and the little guy in his winter hat. It’s crazy how fast he’s growing!
I’m grateful for the two days of the work week I get to spend with him (the other three he’s in daycare) so I can really soak in each stage.
And those days are also so hard. It’s care-taking at a whole new level for me. The whole day revolves around his nap schedule and feedings and his moods. I feel like I’m both scrambling to keep up and also pretty bored a lot of the time. By the end of the day, I’m exhausted without any feeling of productivity.
It gives me such immense respect for anyone who does full-time care-taking. It’s such a necessary part of life that we don’t really value in our culture (as reflected by how little, if at all, we pay caretakers).
Sometimes, when I’m venting about how hard it is to Micah, he’ll suggest switching up the schedule in some way to give me more relief. But, I really don’t think that’s what I want. In the spiritual sense, it’s an important experience for me to go through this kind of self-sacrifice. Especially when I add in lots of self-care, it’s maturing me in essential ways.
However, I do want my work with Jonah to be recognized and valued. I want that for all of us because it’s worthy of so much.
Truly, I don’t want to imagine a world without caretakers. They keep us grounded in our humanity and we need as much of that as we can get these days.