I've accepted that motherhood runs in seasons. What somehow always surprises me is that I feel sad I feel when I feel the end of a season. This season of the stay-in-place has been weird. As a teacher it's been very stressful. I haven't slept well. I've worried a lot. But, I've been challenged to grow and it's made me feel alive. There was a challenge for me to face and I did.
Now the semester has ended. I've turned in grades. And I feel...proud of the hard work I put into my job. But now as a mom I feel sad. Sad that my boys are growing up and unsure about what the future might hold for them. I think I feel like I can finally take a deep breath and take stock of my life beyond work. Yesterday, instead of analyzing these fears and praying through them, I felt the need to tidy up our home and clean. Oh well. The older I get the more I see the need to give grace to everyone--especially myself.
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