Mom Books: Loving The Little Years

Pin It Loving the Little Years, Motherhood in the Trenches by Rachel Jankovic

I do love the little years. I am in the thick of it. Some days I want to cry about the little years and I pray the big years will come fast. Actually, I never pray that. I don't want to wish these years by, but sometimes the grass looks greener on the other side as I look at all those obedience little 12 year olds in the church pew.

My first impression of the book was that I was a little dissapointed.  I took a minute to reflect on why I felt that way and I realized it was because I had just poured over some seriously meaty books and this one was quite light and fluffy. Not a lot of scripture; a lot of stories and thoughts. I think most moms are looking for more insight and "how-to's" if they can find a spare minute to read something. It is a book that tells other moms how crazy it is parenting these little ones, but... most moms are already quite aware of that fact (see the pictures below). However, I don't think she meant it to be "the parenting book that changed your life". I wanted to read it for that purpose. I needed an easy read and this was just that. Like a group of women sitting around talking about their crazy week is what it feels like to read this.


I am not sure if I agree with every parenting suggestion that she gives, but she is a women after God's heart and you can tell she is motivated by pleasing Jesus. I will say that one of the last stories she tells about feeding her twins in the middle of the night made me laugh out loud... for a few days. She is witty and entertaining which is why this book is a great "take a break" book. Take it on vacation or to the beach or sit it by the potty and read it if you ever get a minute to do any of those things.

Our Crazy Little Years

This mornings events

Empty out the winter hats. That is a pair of dirty underwear to the far back right. How it got there... we will never know.

Abigail modeling them all for us

Welcome to our home! I hope you can open the door. 

We have been outside twice already. Boots on, coats on, gloves on. Some diaper cream and a hand saw thrown in for good measure.

Breakfast still on the highchair. Should I clean it off if we are going to eat again in an hour? These are real thoughts I have... so gross.

 Our eldest, and most capable child of helping himself, still can't put matching gloves on. Hey, he is happy and warm and proud... oh so proud. Go for it buddy.