Personal Transitions

When our kids were young, I blogged.

Every week.

From 2009-2011, you could find me each Thursdays at a blog called “Midwife for Your Life” where I devotedly mused about parenting and mindfulness; about joy and loss and love. After those years, I moved to my own blog which I called “The Joy Practice.” There, I wrote with less regularity, but equal devotion).

I spent part of this morning in the “way-back machine” - re-reading old posts (yes, you can find anything on the internet, even long forgotten blogs).

Wow! Seriously, wow! It was clear how much I loved sharing my parenting journey. Each post was an ode to my love for these two beings who gifted me with motherhood. I could viscerally feel how my writing was, in fact, a sneaky way to steep in my love for my two incredible kids - to steep in my love for the journey of parenthood.

After blogging, I continued sharing my parenting journey through photo projects - until one day, those kids became pre-teens and teens. Kindly and firmly, they let me know that they were ready for privacy.

I missed the writing, but I have never really found my flow again. Never found a subject matter that filled me with such…inspired ease. In my parenting writing, the words tumbled. And I steeped, I learned, I discovered.

I find myself longing for writing, but I notice a question below it. Do you miss writing? Or do you miss that level of devotion?

Gulp. Truth bomb.

The kids are (almost) home for the summer. Andre arrived a few weeks ago; Isabella should be home this week (maybe next). Andre and I have a running joke that I am going to tell. him every single day of summer how much I love having him here. So far, I’ve consistently said it for the past 19 days. A reminder of the days when they were home; when I was turning my gaze to them regularly, looking for all that I love.

I am in it. Transition. My brand. My life! From full time parent to empty nester.

As I am gifted with this magical summer (both kids home to remind me of how devoted I am to being their mom, of how devoted I am to loving them), I am simultaneously called to discover, name, follow new avenues of devotion. To myself, to my clients, to my relationships, to the unseen Source-aligned energies, to this magnificent earth.

I’m honestly not sure what I will find. And that inspires me, scares me, delights me, and calls me to write again. Every week? I can’t say. But I hope so!