I've been looking through pictures lately, and this one has caught my attention more than once. This wasn't the first time Natalie and Max met, but it was the first time that I held both of my babies on my lap at the same time. It doesn't seem odd now because holding both kids is a daily thing for me these days (Natalie likes to say "two babies" when I'm holding one on one hip and one on the other), but it was such a strange and scary experience for me when this picture was taken.
So many thoughts were running through my head. I was so happy to get to hold Natalie again especially without a big tummy in the way. I was excited for her to learn about her new brother, but I was also sort of a mama bear protecting my new little guy. I felt a little in over my head as it was my first experience at mothering two at once.
Now when I look back at this picture I see what I was too preoccupied to see that day. I see my purpose on my lap.