In recent weeks I have spent time with a mama of two who is stepping cautiously back into the workforce after staying home with her children for the past five years, and another mama of two who is eager to take a break as her youngest approaches the one year mark. Both conversations sparked thoughts about my own place in the world and where I want to be as my one and only continues to grow and change. It also reinforced the truth that there is no single path that is right for every parent.
Like so much in life, we all must chart our own course. And as is so often the case, we have a tendency to look at the world through a small window and forget that what we see is not all there is. I have experienced what it is to be away from my babe, fearful of missing one moment of her miraculous development. I also know how it feels to spend day after day teetering on the edge of exasperation as she flexes her independence muscles. What I must constantly remind myself is that neither is a permanent state, and there is value - for her and me - in both experiences.
As I continue on this path, I am gaining comfort in gliding through the shifts that take place from moment to moment. We all face decisions - large and small - about how to invest our time and energy, but rarely are we locked into those choices permanently. We must learn how to hold firmly enough to anchor ourselves in seemingly fleeting moments, but also how to relax our grip when we cling too tightly.
Can you find comfort in impermanence? Can you learn to fly?