Sometimes I feel I’ve “made it”.. oh my silly pride

It feels good to write again, in this place it’s tender and sweet..

I’m a spouse and a mother now, oh what a joy.. the greatest joy of my life *cues Chris Stapleton*

Truly, I’m writing from a space of deep vulnerability.. uncharted waters.. I’m writing from the calm after the storm

It’s a joy I’m not well acquainted with.. I’m nearing six months post-partum and it has been a beautiful, wild, painful ride..

God, my family & friends encourage me to hit pause & that’s when I ask myself what is beauty? How can it be described?

Beauty is seen through a new lens this time.. stretch marks in unfamiliar places, greys making their way through, unplucked hairs, poor eye sight & a forgetful mind (mom brain is real OK wow).. I guess what it means is this..

I’m not always buttoned up at the seams

Perfectionism goes out the window.. so I must hit pause to ground myself in removing all of this foolish pride

So I reflect.. I see that often times I take all of this joy for granted, but this is the lesson..

I’m learning in this season & that’s okay.. after all we are all simply becoming

I hear a voice in my head saying “ah you have arrived” but alas that’s my silly pride!

Ecclesiastes 3:1