In Between
I laugh because this is the very definition of me right now. My life. I am in between the cracks, where I am invisible to the busy passer-bys. I am in between a life where I was social and outgoing and reaching and striving for the next big thing and a life of motherhood and barbequeing and driving kids to school. With toddlers at home, everything feels very much "in between." Literally and figuratively. I find crackers shoved in between the couch cushions. I finish sentences in between helping kids refill milk cups. I think about what's for dinner in between diaper changes. I am in between a life of a student and my ideas of being a career-woman to the life of a full-blown homemaker who dusts and vacuums and repeatedly wipes sticky fingerprints off of everything in between kissing away the owies and the boo-boos and teaching the alphabet. I am in between focus. I am searching for tranquility and a stable life where I can live in the present moment instead of being pulled between helping one kid with homework and potty training another and putting another down for a nap. I am in between being a loving wife and a loving mother, giving both husband and children the attention they crave. I am in between post-partum body and rockin' hot gym-going body. I am in between thoughts, in between dimensions, in between hair styles, in between ideas about whether or not we will go camping tonight for the first time with three kids. Always in between. Teetering, finding which direction to go, always this way or that way, it doesn't matter, just moving forward happily.
Stop.
Here's just a couple of photos from last summer that I felt depict me "in between." In between the clearing. In between the life out there and the life in here.
Stopping by from Five Minute Friday. Blessings to you in this season of your life. How great it is to know that your Abba is with you in all the in between places you inhabit as a wife and mother.
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