When I Choose My Baby Over the To-Do List

There are days when the house feels like a visual reminder of everything left undone.

The laundry piles up faster than it gets folded.
The dishes seem to multiply on the counter.
The to-do list quietly grows in the back of my mind.

And yet, here I am, holding my baby.

Not because everything else is finished, but because some things matter more than productivity.


The Quiet Pressure to Always Be “On”

Motherhood carries an unspoken expectation to do it all.

Keep the house running.
Meet everyone’s needs.
Stay organized.
Stay efficient.
Stay ahead.

But postpartum life especially has a way of stripping that illusion away. Your body is healing. Your nervous system is recalibrating. Your heart is learning a new rhythm.

Some days, getting through is enough.


Choosing Presence in a Busy World

Holding my baby while the house waits feels like a small rebellion against a world that measures worth by output.

In these quiet moments, I’m reminded that love isn’t productive. It’s present.

Her little hand resting on me.
Her breathing steady and slow.
Her trusting that this is where she belongs.

These are the moments I never regret choosing.


A Lesson I’m Still Learning

I’ve learned that the house being messy doesn’t mean I’m failing. It means life is happening here.

There will always be:

•Another load of laundry
•More dishes
•Something else to tidy or fix

But there will not always be a baby who fits so perfectly in my arms.


Faith in the Everyday Moments

Sometimes we expect God to meet us only in the quiet mornings, the studied Scriptures, or the well-ordered routines.

But I’m learning that God often meets us right here.
In the unfinished spaces.
In the ordinary moments.
In the choice to love over hurry.

“And he took them up in his arms and blessed them.” Mark 10:16 ESV

If Jesus paused for little ones, I can pause too.


Let the House Wait

One day, the house will be quieter. The toys will be gone. The laundry will stop multiplying so quickly.

And I don’t want to look back wishing I had held her more.

So tonight, the laundry waits.
The dishes stay.
And I choose this moment.

Because love like this is never wasted 🤍