I hope this post will help someone. I hope it will help me. I shared with J. on the way home from a day in the country that I feel unsteady, lacking confidence, awkward, uncomfortable in my skin. How is it possible in this late season that I have growing pains again? There’s no muscle memory for offering hospitality for more people than there are chairs. For death as it knocks at a loved one’s door. For being Tootsie to two littles when I’ve always thought a baby cries more than smiles in my arms. For being a mama bear with too few bedrooms and beds today.
It’s so easy and oddly compelling to look around and compare ourselves to others in our boat. And so very wrong. We are made inimitable, with a way and a story that are uniquely ours. Gotta find them.
