A Typical Day With My Two Toddlers: Finding Grace in the Chaos

Every morning, my day starts before the sun is even up. Not because I’m an early riser, but because this is the only time I really get a moment to myself. With two toddlers, the day doesn’t ease in. It starts loud, and with big feelings that I don’t always understand. Without any family nearby, everything these days falls on me and my husband. Some days we operate like a well-oiled machine. Other days require extra time in prayer.

Once the toddlers wake up, we have breakfast. One child eats two bites of food, and the rest of the food gets fed to the floor. The other acts as though they’ve been starved for seven days, even though they just had an apple. We pray, we eat, someone cries, someone spills… by the time 9:00am rolls around, my head is already spinning.

After breakfast we attempt an activity. And by “activity,” I mean something that I hope would encourage learning, but instead it turns into chaos. One toddler is building a tower, the other is knocking it down. One wants to go outside, but the other refuses to put on clothes. Being outnumbered by toddlers is humbling. They run in different directions, need different things, and each has their own personality that I’m still learning to parent well.

There are moments when I feel like I’m doing great as a mom. When I’m patient. When I see one of them learning something new. When we’re all laughing. But if I’m honest, most days I feel like I’m juggling more than I can hold. And every dropped ball feels like failure, even though I know in my heart it’s not.

Afternoons are kind of a blur of snacks, playtime, and preventing my older toddler from unintentionally injuring the younger. Sometimes they nap, sometimes they don’t. And when they don’t, the day feels about 10 hours longer. By evening, I’m exhausted. Not just physically, but emotionally. Some days I don’t have the energy to maintain friendships, return texts, or be social. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s that survival mode takes everything I have.

Nurturing a marriage in the midst of toddlerhood has also been stretching. My husband and I are learning to give each other grace, because we’re both stretched thin, both trying, and we're both adjusting daily. Marriage in this season is all about being intentional, and I’ve learned that closeness isn’t always measured by romance or date nights. Sometimes it’s shown through teamwork when we’re both exhausted.

Still, even on the toughest days, I see God’s faithfulness woven through it all. In the laughter. In the growth in my toddlers. In the strength I didn’t think I had. In the patience that shows up right when I need it most. I may be tired, but I’m growing. I may feel alone sometimes, but I’m supported. And even when I feel like I’m failing, I’m reminded that my kids don’t need perfection, they just need me.

This season is stretching me, refining me, and teaching me more about patience and resilience than any season before. And while some days I’m just trying to make it to bedtime with a sound mind, other days I can see glimpses of the growth God is doing within me.

“As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you” Isaiah 66:13

If you’re a mom in the thick of this season too… you’re not alone.

The same God who called you into motherhood is the One equipping you for it, surrounding you with grace for today and hope for tomorrow.

Remember, we’re all learning as we go. We’re all growing,  and we’re all doing better than we think.

If you ever need encouragement, a listening ear, or a safe space to be honest about motherhood, feel free to message me. I’m here walking this journey with you 💛