I’m joining beautiful, brave 5 minute friday writers at one of my favorite places to go, Lisa Jo Baker’s. She’s a brilliant writer, and her motherhood journey has helped me fall in love with my own. You can visit by clicking here. 

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I’m still here, though I haven’t been as much.

I’ve been wrapped up at home, and it seems the demands on me, the demands on my time have increased. At first, I was frustrated and grouchy about it. About not having time to myself, time to write, time to create, time to read, time to connect with my friends online.

Have you ever been unhappy as a mama? Well, I’ve been there.

After wrestling a bit, I surrendered. I leaned into the moments. I let go of the I want-to’s for the I have-to’s, until they became I get-to’s.

So, while I’ve not been here as much, I have been elsewhere. And in the elsewhere I’ve realized what I was missing, and the connections at home I was neglecting. And I’m falling in love with home all over again. Though, I still wouldn’t mind breaking-up with the laundry and dishes, I’m falling in love again with family, with Husband, with kids, with motherhood.

I want to remember the warmth of their skin and the contours of their face and the way their voice changes over time.

I want to remember what their laugh sounds like, and I want them to remember what mine sounds like, too.

I want to remember the joy of riding high, climbing high and soaring high. I want to remember the firsts, even if the firsts include slime and scales.

I want to remember what it’s like to be a kid. And when they look back, I want them to remember it meant they were free, free to color their feet pink, free to climb trees, free to find their passions.

I can only do that if I’m all here.

And I’ve been enjoying hanging out here. I feel like I might be just beginning a new chapter of the love story God is writing with my life, all wrapped up in their lives, too. One they will each take with them into their own.

Want a peek into my “here?”

And I know they’ll be better for it. I’ll be better for it, and my writing will too. I think Abba intended it to be so. So I’ll be around, though in a different kind of way. I’m embracing the rhythm of the season I’m in, because I don’t want to miss a thing.

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