Motherly Love

Why is that not the saying? Why not Motherly Love instead of Brotherly Love? I guess because Mother is synonymous with love. Mine for sure is.

We had a lovely Mother's Day celebration this year at Bonefish downtown. Also, a girls day for donuts and pedicures.







































 This past school year has been just like my journey to motherhood. A little place in my body, growing something new. Taking far too long and leaving me lost in possibility.

What on earth have I been up to? I wanted to post all about taking some classes, or volunteering for an amazing organization. I wanted a checklist. Something impressive. It's all the same though. I still prep meals, I still do laundry, and I still binge Netflix more than I should. Turns out there is work for a stay at home mom even when her kids are away at school.

I was listening to Rob Bell's podcast recently. (One of the things I am doing with my time while the boys are at school.) He was speaking with Krista Tippett about creating a space for something new to happen. It hit me like a lightening bolt. That has been my journey this year. This opportunity in time for something new to grow. A lot of praying, meditating, reflecting. And a whole lot of House of Cards. ;)

So that's it. I have a newborn. My time is a newborn. It's in it's infancy. It keeps me up at night and it comes with weird food cravings. It may blossom into more writing. More photography. For sure more prayers. I have just tried to enjoy the "pregnancy" without expectations. Because I am creating space for something new to happen. That's exciting.

Just look at those man cubs! Those courageous, hilarious bits of bone and flesh that came from me. It's a holy thing to raise them. Besides that podcast, which I would highly recommend, I also read this post from Ann Voscamp. So good and so timely. We need triage for moms of teenagers!

Mostly, it has been a school year of exhausting growth all around. All the good stuff. The goodnight kisses, the homemade Mother's Day gifts, the silly puns during carpool. And it is all mixed in with grouchy mornings, forgotten chores, and harsh words spoken. It's a swirly blend of breathless and grateful. Stressed out and simultaneously aware that we are living one hell of a wonderful life. Just doing my thing to be the Motherly Love that guides this band of wild men.