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This Brought on by the Graduation of My Preschooler...
Lately the winds of change have seared though my quiet life and thrown me around like a tumbleweed. I knew they were coming. I'd been watching the weather, sort of speak.
Change is great, don't get me wrong. I often express that I love it, and I'm open to it, but at times it moves my sedentary parts of self forward in a pace that makes me want to scream out for someone, anyone to stop the wind! The storm continues and then I'm forced to roll with it and embrace where I end up.
When I started out as a mother is when I experienced my first real tornado. It was a natural occurrence I had asked for and wanted though I sure could not, or rather, did not possibly know how to deal with the aftermath. It took me three years and an additional tornado later to feel comfortable in my role as mother.
Thankfully with three children under my belt, the F5 tornadoes have ceased. The winds have whipped up every once in a while but the category of the storm has only been around an F0. I can handle these! Only light branches have been broken in the wind and I've managed to pick up the scattered pieces with relative ease and with slight change in tree structure.
Motherhood with all its storms is expected. I watch the weather channel remember. I realize that changes made and changes to come are necessary. My children have grown and changed so much. I relish in their growth, but as of late, it frequently induces tears. I wish I had enjoyed the tornadoes, winds and storms of life more fully while in the thick of them. Or did I? As I tumbled idly by in the winds of change that came as my children grew, I never imagined that I would now wish for the good old days of F0 or even F5 storms. To do them over again would be a dream!
If only my children could stay stagnant as a rock, never changing. Just for me, please? What a blessing to be a mother. What a blessing to raise children and partake in the joys that come from these F5 tornadoes of life. With that said, the change and growth in my children's life is equally as difficult for me as it is enjoyable. I cannot fathom choosing to forgo this divine experience that so many women in the world are passing up. I am grateful for my role as mother. Grateful for the many lessons motherhood teaches me.
I hear ya!!
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