I find myself in a peculiar position.
I am in the throes of motherhood.
I am exhausted, continually questioning myself, and reaching with all my heart to find my motherhood rhythm.
The rhythm of peace amidst chaos…
calm alongside wild…
inner solitude amongst constant stimulation…
I am in the dance of young motherhood.
I grapple daily with the wills of my children which strain against my deep intent to instill virtue in their little hearts.
And it’s hard.
So very hard.
From deep within me.
A call to step out… to pick up my “pen” and write. To pour forth everything inside with transparency, vulnerability, and authenticity.
“Should I even do this?” I must think this thought every hour.
“Do I even have something to say? Who will listen? Does it matter?”
I don’t have all the answers.
But we are in a most divisive time in which discord reigns.
Something whispers within me, “but we aren’t all that different… after all, love, that which we have, and that which we desire, binds the human race.”
And I know of love.
I know of loss.
And I know of love amidst loss.
So I pick up my ‘pen’ and with trembling fingers begin to write.
We are not alone. If you have ever loved or been loved or wanted to love, this blog is for you.
May you find encouragement and hope within these ‘pages’.
*Photo by Annie Schenzel