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Unfazed

Sleeping with not a care in the world..
My daughter is, thankfully, nothing like me when it comes to adjusting to new situations and surroundings.  I am excitable and anxious, loud and distracted.  I get worked up when faced with the unfamiliar or unexpected, and Hubbs has to constantly remind me to unclench my fists (a telltale sign of my rising stress levels).

Baby L, on the other hand, is even-tempered.  She doesn't allow much to affect her emotionally, and a recurrent adjective that others often use to describe her is "content." She spent a full morning and afternoon visiting her Pau Pau and Gong Gong yesterday, and dining out with her aunties and mom.  She slept...and soundly, at that.  When we picked up her cousin and he decided to wail at the top of his lungs, she continued to sleep, undisturbed by the piercing shrill cries coming from beside her.  When we put her into the loving arms of aunties and uncles she had never met, she smiled and played and settled and cooed.  Nothing seemed to faze her despite everything being new in her little world.

How I envy that sort of peace!  It does not come naturally to me, and only by the grace of God do I ever have moments of calm.  Baby L, however, has been blessed with a contentment that would make Solomon jealous; she accepts things as they come and only fusses when she's in that weird state between sleep and awake.  In her conscious state, however, she is easily settled and happy.

I am blessed.  Many moms have colicky, fussy infants who don't ever seem to have any peace, and yet this anxious, worry-wart momma has been mercifully given a sweet, gentle baby whose steadiness began in the womb (with a non-varying heartbeat that concerned the docs) and continues to this day.  May the Lord see fit to give me such contentment.  I have much to learn from Baby Loquacious.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything 
by prayer and supplication  
with thanksgiving 
let your requests be made known to God.
And the peace of God,
which surpasses all understanding, 
will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. 

PHIL. 4:6-7

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