Newborns require energy. As I watch my daughter, Megan, care for baby Oliver, I’m in awe of how much is poured into it. It’s a 24/7 job—even with help from family. In just ten days, Oliver will be four months old. He loves looking at everything, being held, and especially spending time with his Grandpa Joe. As I get ready to leave, I kiss his little face goodbye while he looks up at Grandpa, smiling wide.
The other day I said to Megan, “It seems like there’s so much more involved in raising a baby now than when you were born.” She quickly reminded me, “You were a working mom!” And she was right. When Megan was just six weeks old, Auntie Ginger stepped in, caring for her eight and a half hours a day while I returned to work.
This past week, I found myself reflecting on that time with new appreciation. I now see more clearly what Ginger gave—not just to Megan, but to me. Her care made it possible for me to work, to support our family, and to take a necessary step back from the exhausting demands of newborn care.
Ginger is a saint. I’ve suspected it for a long time. Honestly, I think all stay-at-home moms are practicing saints.
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