mommydama

I was just thinking the other day about this aspect of it...that it has to be so much harder for Brad than me. He is not asked on a every minute basis to put his needs and desires second to take care of someone else. In a larger picture way, yes he does do that, for his family and his country as a member of the military. But he doesn't have to do it every minute of every day...and since the bathroom thing has been brought up, he can go to the bathroom ALONE any time he needs it. I still find myself hopping because I've been holding it so long and then I ALWAYS have company. Point being...I feel like I'm FORCED to rely on God in a way he rarely is and I see him struggle so hard with a feeling that "he should need God, but he really doesn't". Does that make sense? Maybe I'm just a weaker person than he is...I don't know. But I know my need for God in a much deeper and more profoud way since I become a mother. Everything is taken away from you, you are stripped bare in way that is very much like the life a monastic chooses.