The season I’m in…

loud. messy. all consuming. healing. timeless. gentle. ruthless.

It’s everything all at once.

Remember when we talked about cliches earlier in the year? Parenting is all of them. Wrapped up in a very deranged shaped box with something that resembles a tied ribbon bow at some point or another.

It’s a season that gets a lot of spot light but also none at the same time. It’s a season in which you’re completely immersed. And when you’re really present in it, not focused, but more of standing in witness of it — the most beautiful season.

It allows your path to cross with others’ in a way that it never would have otherwise. It’s a season that beckons you find trust for others. Parenting gives you the permission to develop and witness humility. It’s the season that softens you more than any other expereince while rebuilding you to become the strongest version of yourself.

There are times, when Cy is napping and I forget about the chores, when I just sit and think about the wildly beautiful people I get to call my community. None of us are on the exact same page, all of us are completely unique. Our lives our off beat to each other, but our common territory? Showing up. And I couldn’t imagine a single day without them.

It’s almost like when you see that funny meme, once you see it you can’t not see it…once those people are here, you can’t imagine them anywhere else, but beside you.

Parenting is the weirdest season I’ve ever experienced. But my heart is a better person for it.

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