Have you ever had a particular season of life where you could just feel and see the lessons so clearly? That has been most of 2017 and now, the beginning of 2018 for me. While each season is so different and constantly teaches me a different lesson, this one I am in right now has been powerful, exhausting, and magical.
I am just a few weeks from handing in my manuscript, and sometimes I step back and can’t believe all of this is actually happening. The other day, a parent at River’s school congratulated me because River had told her I was going to be an author! I’ve never used the word author to describe myself to River, so to see how she is taking in what I’m doing then articulating it to her friends and other parents, left me in tears.
So often I wonder when the seasons will stop changing so rapidly? When will they slowly transition from one to the next? Instead of plopping me right on my head, leaving me to shake off the blend of snow and blossoms in a confusion. Armor on. Lets go.
It is tiring and magical, and such a unique moment in time. I am whispering delusional words over a glass of wine with a friend whenever I get a moment of pause. Even with that, I realize that the gravity of River and Oak seeing its process and all of its complexity. How my own navigation of the changing weather of womanhood and parenthood, may teach them. How may it inspire them? And really, is this my life?