Another time I paced with the baby, this time in the middle of the night. She fussed and struggled and wiggled, and I cried because I was so tired. I prayed, and this time I didn't pray that she would fall asleep. Instead, I offered my midnight pacing for others, and mumbled a Rosary. When the baby woke up when I put her down, I decided that meant it was God's will for me to say another decade. My soul was a peace, and my patience remained intact.
I resolve, therefore, to give willingly when my baby is extra needy, because this is the penance God wills for me right now.
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