sometimes i want to post about something other than being a mom. because honestly, sometimes i want to sneak into the world of pre-children that is brimming with creativity, freedom, and dreams. not because i don't like it (the mom stuff), because it's my life. it's my joy. i love seeing your children grow up, and you find your place in the role of motherhood. i love watching your heart expand, as mine has. i love it. and i love posting about it.
most of the time.
but sometimes, sometimes i have to sneak away by myself and listen to the hipster radio station full of songs i don't know, by myself, and go to a thrift store - by myself, and take 15 minutes looking through frames and linens - something my toddler would never have patience for.
and sometimes, i have to take a chunk of time and think about things other than if i need to change my baby's diaper or if my toddler is going to break something or be impolite to the stranger who says hello in the store.
sometimes, sometimes - i want to think deeply - about life and theology and art and culture and the world and God. for an extended period of time. i want to then blog about it or paint it or sing it or something.
but when i'm done with my 2 hour sneak away, i love to come back to it all. i love to pull into the driveway to see my son watering the garden with his dad, and my precious baby in a deep, peaceful sleep. i love to read about the new births, and the new pregnancies, and the new words toddlers are uttering. i love growing up with you all. throwing selfishness to the wayside, and embracing servanthood. i love seeing our families grow, our hearts find life, and the ways Jesus is perfecting us through a new season. refining fires of messes, squabbles, sleepless nights, and little kisses.