Almost 6 years ago, right after we got married, I SO wanted to be a good wife so I woke up one Saturday morning and tried to make pancakes for the first time in my life. I don't know why it was so hard for me but it was a horrible mess. I just didn't know when to flip them so I had a whole stack of horribly burnt pancakes or really loose liquidy ones that wouldn't flip. I was crying and smelled like pancake batter for most of the day. It pretty much scarred me for life because I have yet to attempt it again.
But yesterday, Scott was really wanting pancakes only we didn't have syrup (I tried to google to see if I could make some by scratch but I didn't have maple flavoring sitting around the house) so I told Scott I would get some and get up early and make them before church this morning. and I was so proud of myself as we set off for church (almost) on time, all dressed and ready and tummies full of pancakes. Donna Reed eat your heart out! It almost makes me want to start wearing pearls and dresses every day as I do housework. (Oh wait - I already do). I should have been born in the 40's.
I can't say the same for the sweet potatos. I have been so tickled by the faces she makes when she eats it. She is such a little drama queen. She will act like she is just gagging on it and then in the next second - flash a huge smile. Oh dear - in 13 years I'm going to need a LOT of prayer!
She did a little better in church today. I went to check on her between church and Sunday School and she was asleep. My whole body sighed with relief. It's like I FINALLY feel like I might have a little bit of a handle on motherhood. I never thought I'd get here but I'm starting to get my stride. And I love it. And I'm starting to think "okay, I think I can do this again!"