So can this space be my "collect all?" Can
These past couple of weeks have been a little emotional. These "mothering in the middle years"-- they are emotionally lonely sometimes. When your kiddos are still itty bitty and they are figuring out life {or more accurately, YOU are trying to figure out their little lives for them}, there is a freedom to share all of the minutely frustrating details of the struggle with the world because it feels more like it's your burden to share.
Yet, as our children grow, their burdens become theirs to carry and ours to bear with them-- alongside them, but no longer FOR them. And with that comes a supreme responsibility for us to guard their privacy and their intimate hurts-- even if we are hurting too because to be their safe abiding place they must trust that we really do hold their hearts and their hurts with intentionally cherished tenderness.
I should probably elaborate on that more-- or give this thought its own post, but I will wait and do that another day when (or if) I have the mental stamina to do so.
It's been well over a year since I stepped onto this blog, but I think that I'm going to stick around for a while. I've written before that blogging has become such a function of marketing, that it has lost {for me} most of it's innate ability to be a point of connection with the world or even a place of freedom for my soul. Let's see if this blog can make the act of "blogging" feel more like my own little haven once again.
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