This wild road

I saw one of my dear friends a few nights ago and in our catching up, she reminded me about the days I used to blog. I smiled. I loved to be the storyteller of our life…sharing the funny, quirky, and important moments that I unlocked from my mind and crafted into words. I love looking back and remembering the time I was wrangling a toddler in a doctor's office while naked (ahem) or the stranger on the internet who changed our lives. Those were good times and hard times and beautiful times.

Life is still good, hard, and beautiful. Yet, it is a little different now. My youngest is four. Four lovely years old. And it's hard to fathom that toddlerhood is almost no longer part of my life. It has been for so long. Diapers, tantrums, locked doors to prevent mischief, middle of the night cries…it's almost gone. But a whole new world is opening up that I love. Having mature conversations, laughing at funny jokes, seeing their unique personalities blossom, I relish this time when they are looking to me for guidance but slowly becoming their own kind of wonderful. It's a privilige to be watching it unfold before my eyes.

I look forward to seeing what this next stage of life will bring. Motherhood truly is my greatest work. I feel the weight of responsibity yet I also feel the joy of becoming. Watching my children become and I become right along with them. We are shaping each other as we travel this wild road together.