From a Martha to a Mary
Lessons for Starting my Baby on Solids
The amount of time I have looked into starting babies on solids is a bit ridiculous. I’ve googled. I’ve read the books. I’ve followed the experts. It feels like such a big deal, but the reality is that Truett will likely be picking up Cheerios off the dirty floor full of dog hair in 6 months and eating Chick-fil-A fries and nuggets in a year, so why does food right now feel so serious and scary?
My number one fear is choking. I am sure my baby will be the one child to choke and die on yogurt. When I asked my husband if he thought Truett could choke on greek yogurt, he just rolled his eyes. This is my husband's life. My next fear is that what I feed my baby now will determine his health forever. As if the organic apples I have prepared will set him up to never get sick his entire life. This is crazy Michelle. While I obviously know nutrition is important, I think I need to take everything a little less seriously (don’t tell my husband that).
Case in point - Truett’s experience with broccoli last night.
When I arrived home from work, I was running around like a mad woman - like a Martha. I was reminded of this verse:
41“Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, 42 but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her. Luke 10: 41-42
I was busy running around trying to chop up sweet potatoes, cook broccoli, steam apples and passing the baby to my husband. In fact, I think those were my exact words - "can you take the baby." I was so caught up in my busy and my tasks that it was about feeding “the baby” rather than enjoying a meal and capturing memories with my son.
While I am not comparing Truett to Jesus - although Truett is pretty great - I am reminded of Martha. I am ignoring the bigger moment. I was ignoring the why. My son was happy, healthy and could care less about the roasted sweet potatoes. What I prepared him for dinner doesn’t matter in the scheme of the life I am building with my family. The time I spend with him and the love I invest in him matter. It should not be able “passing the baby” to get something done, but rather, I need to slow down and enjoy what matters.
Beyond this meal time with my son, I tend to live life this way. I miss “what is better.” I get caught up in things that seem so big and huge at the time. Why is it that I can spend hours scrolling through Instagram feeds to plan out a meal for my family, but sitting down to read my latest bible plan doesn’t deserve the same time and devotion in my busy calendar.
I have it backwards. I need to refocus. I need to be more like Mary.
This is not my first dance with this scripture, and it will not be my last. But - today - I can choose to start over. I can choose to relax, sit back and get my priortiies straight. I can enjoy time with my family. I can have a meal with my husband and son. I can put away my phone and sit with my bible.