Tuesday was Anya's first birthday. The time goes by so fast! It snowed Tuesday, which was appropriate because it snowed on the way home from Birthcare with her. As Thanksgiving approaches, I am so grateful for this year with her, and with Wes and Jackson.
Parenting, and for me, mothering, is such a means of grace for me, as John Wesley would say. I am constantly confronted with my limits, and it's only the grace of God that lets me persevere. Parenting shows me every day where I fail and reminds me that the world does not revolve around me, but is bigger than I can every imagine. It connects me with mothers all around the world, in ways that are painful and joyful.
I can't imagine my life without them. And so, as this Thanksgiving approaches, I am thankful for the privilege to mother.
Parenting, and for me, mothering, is such a means of grace for me, as John Wesley would say. I am constantly confronted with my limits, and it's only the grace of God that lets me persevere. Parenting shows me every day where I fail and reminds me that the world does not revolve around me, but is bigger than I can every imagine. It connects me with mothers all around the world, in ways that are painful and joyful.
I can't imagine my life without them. And so, as this Thanksgiving approaches, I am thankful for the privilege to mother.
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