• Nav Social Menu

    • Facebook
    • Instagram
  • About
  • Humble Handmaid
    • Substack
    • Archives
  • Speaking
  • Contact

Erin Franco

The physicality of parenting

Humble Handmaid

Share
Pin
Post
Email
Print
2013 10 Jan
From my short experience as a parent so far (three years, one month and two whole days to be exact), I’m finding that this parenting thing requires a lot of moving.

Diapers must be changed. Young babies must be nursed every few hours. Baths must be given. Noses must be wiped. Bad dreams and teething episodes need my attention at odd hours of the night. Fights must be refereed. Messes must be cleaned up. Three meals and two snacks per day must be prepared and served. And whether you make it to daily mass with your children or just brave church on Sundays, taking young children to mass–even when teamed up with a spouse or friend–is a very physical endeavor. 
Heck, getting clothes, socks, shoes and coats on a three-year-old and a sixteen-month-old (not to mention getting them out to the van and buckled into their seats, along with a diaper bag and any other items going with us) is a never, ever smooth sailing at my house. 
It’s all so exhausting sometimes. OK, a lot of times. 
A lot of parenting involves things you have to do. You have to tend an injured child, or clean up the box of Cheerios your toddler dumped on the couch. Every parent on the block is going to do at least that. But I think that when we can, choosing to do the things that we don’t really have to do is a step toward going for holiness in this blessed, tough vocation. Sometimes it’s making yourself act cheerfully when you’re grouchy and tired. Or sometimes it may be spending extra cuddle time at bedtime with a fussy child. And sometimes it may be choosing to get your tired pregnant behind off the couch three seconds after you sat down to administer good, consistent discipline to a testy toddler. 
The hard part is that only you and God are going to know that you did that little something extra. But those are the moments (right?) when Love comes through and Grace pours down. 
As always, thoughts from a mom who’s workin’ on it. 🙂
Share
Pin
Post
Email
Print

Related

1 Comment · Last Updated: May 29, 2015

Previous Post: « Mommy, I’m home!
Next Post: Young families and the need for community »

Reader Interactions

Comments

  1. Ginger says

    January 13, 2013 at 5:28 pm

    Erin, if anyone can do this, you can! Just remember that one day you are going to miss these days–they will grow up and won't need their mother as much or at least think they won't! Hang in there. <3

    Reply

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Primary Sidebar

Hi there!

I'm a south Louisiana girl, Catholic wife, writer, speaker, and mother of six. Since I started my blog way back in 2009, life has been a roller coaster of babies, plot twists and a plane crash or two. I've been chronicling things here as I've been learning to love and suffer and laugh and trust in the goodness of God in the ordinary and the extraordinary--with a little espresso and a lot of Divine Mercy. Read More…

Let’s Connect

  • Facebook
  • Instagram
  • Pinterest

Browse Archives by Category

  • Book reviews
  • Domestic Church
  • Homeschooling
  • Humble Handmaid
  • Interior Life
  • Marriage
  • Motherhood
  • NFP
  • Podcast
  • Radio
  • Saints

Popular in the Archives

What I don’t want to tell you as a pregnant mother of multiple small children…

A Coffee Talk for the Little Years

Why I Don’t Hate NFP Anymore

15 Tips for Praying with Your Family

© 2025 · Erin Franco · Humble Handmaid · All Rights Reserved