It feels like I grew this summer.
I entered a new phase of motherhood, as my boys became more independent. I sat on the side of the pool and watched them swim. I stood at the water's edge and watched them play in the surf. I waited in the stands and watched them practice soccer. I'm not bringing reading material, yet - but, still. . . I've been watching, not holding. The growth is liberating, in a bittersweet way.I flew across the ocean, and had the time of my life. Last summer, there were days when it was hard for me to leave my house. Back then, my stomach hurt, and we couldn't figure out why. Finally, I was diagnosed with IBS - which is sort of like saying, "Hey, some days you're going to feel sick and nauseous. Good luck with that." It's not something I like to talk about - who would? - but I know how much comfort I get when I learn someone else has been there/done that. And now, I can share this: it gets better. I have learned a lot since last summer - how to ask for help, how to eat better, how to read labels, how to rest, and simply, how to trust God. I'm doing much, much better. Traveling to Paris was the test, but oh, what a gift. I'm so thankful that I passed.
For I know there will be a next time. Life isn't one big happy summer - and that is okay. Life is more like an oak tree, big, sprawling, and ever changing. There are seasons of messy leaves, but they bring welcome shade. There are always branches in the yard, but the strong tree survives the storm. And always, after the rain, the resurrection fern blooms.
It is part of the growth. I sure have enjoyed it.
(where others are posting their Snapshots of Summer)
and on Wednesday,