Two Years, Two Babies and a Lifetime of Lessons

Our second wedding anniversary is right around the corner and we’ve just welcomed baby number two. In only two short years we’ve gone from newly-weds to parents of a one-year-old and a newborn and that dramatic shift has been a crash-course in both marriage and motherhood. The learning curve is steep but as long as I keep a teachable heart, the lessons keep coming.

Staying in My Lane

The clearest truth I’ve encountered lately is this: harmony flourishes when I focus on my role as a wife and allow my husband to focus on his as a husband. Too often I’ve slipped into auditing his performance instead of tending to my own. Every time I do, unnecessary conflict follows. But when I pour my energy into being the best partner I can be, I actually make it easier for him to do the same—and vice versa. We’re both happier when we shoulder our own responsibilities instead of micromanaging each other.

The “Two-Under-Two” Adjustment

Joining the two-under-two club has changed our rhythm again. When our first son arrived, we strengthened our partnership so we could parent effectively without losing each other in the process. Now, with a newborn added to the mix, the children naturally dominate our attention. I’d be lying if I said I never feel overwhelmed—it’s a heavy lift to be the primary caregiver for two very dependent little hearts. Yet I’m grateful I’m not expected to carry the additional weight of providing for our household. Because my husband has embraced that role, I can fully embrace nurturing.

Real Partnership Isn’t 50/50

Marriage is rarely a neat 50/50 split. Still, neither spouse should feel they carry the whole load. Though I’m home with the children, my husband jumps in after work—changing nappies, feeding expressed milk or cooking dinner when pregnancy fatigue (and now postpartum recovery) wipes me out. Sometimes one of us is running on 30 percent and the other must bring 70. Real love doesn’t keep a ledger; it looks for how to serve.

Sacrifice Flows Both Ways

It’s tempting to believe wives sacrifice more but in a healthy marriage both partners are constantly laying something aside for the sake of the family. When I stopped counting my own sacrifices, I could finally see my husband’s. Becoming one required each of us to release parts of our old single selves. Even now I occasionally discover something I still need to let go so I can keep growing as a wife and mother.

Intentional Service

This season is teaching me to be intentional about how I serve my family. Whatever I do—laundry, bath-time, cooking—should build our home. I’m convinced nothing will feel more fulfilling than excelling in the sacred work of nurturing. Becoming a wife and then a mother of two in under two years isn’t an accident; it’s a calling and I’m honoured to live it out.

I spent much of my early twenties feeling lost—desperately searching for purpose and peace in everything except what God actually created me to do. It wasn’t until I humbled myself and surrendered to His will that everything began to change. Yielding to His guidance has been the best decision I’ve ever made. His love led me to embrace the roles I now hold—roles that bring me more fulfilment than I ever thought possible.

For a long time, I believed the lie that true fulfilment could only be found in pursuing things that served me. But God, in His mercy, showed me a deeper truth: real fulfillment comes from loving and serving others. There are so many ways to do this but how beautiful is it that we get to begin with the families we build—alongside people who are also committed to loving and serving in return.