Seasons. I’m trying to learn to appreciate the seasons I find myself in life. If you know me well, you know how much I adore babies. It’s been hard to accept that my only baby is growing so fast before my eyes. Seven can hardly be called a baby anymore and I see that every time I look her.
But goodness is this season a good one. She is so independent, helpful, and funny. But not too independent yet. She still needs me, calls for me to watch her as she spins, and wants to cuddle every night.
So in this season I’m enjoying quiet. I can now enjoy a cup of coffee and a book in the mornings while she does her own thing. The quiet that I can only imagine comes with having an only child and no one else in the house. And it’s nice. I’m two books down already this summer!
Believe it or not, I have more thoughts on this topic and choosing joy in single motherhood. I may write a blog post about it this weekend if anyone is interested. But the reality of my blog is that it helps me sort out my own thoughts. If others read it and get something from it, more power to ya!✨