I have stumbled upon a new threshold today.
I knew there would be a time that I would come face to face with it. But how did I find it towering over me in a blink of an eye?
I feel as though I've had my head down, wandering this path for ages.
Of course I made sure to look up from time to time; birthdays, cuddles in hammocks, blowing dandelions, and learning to ride bikes. Countless trips to beaches that are now blurred together with only some special moments saved on the highlight reel.
I have found myself meandering this path of motherhood with my three boys, alternating between trying to keep up the eagerness to see what is just around the next bend, and getting caught in a web of stillness while something ever so slight has caught and held their fancy.
I must admit, I have gotten a little lost along this path. "Lost in motherhood".
Caught up in three other beings who are burrowing their roots in the rich soil as their leaves are trembling towards the sky. I don't think I could have appreciated all that they are becoming if I didn't also stray from my own path to bear witness to their magic.
Now, I find myself no longer scanning along the pine needle covered path, nestled with ferns, looking for lost lego, negotiating the rhythm of the day, foraging for snacks or navigating conflict.
I find myself taking a deep breath and looking around. I find myself noticing the shades of green, exposed roots and nurse trees. I find that the path in front of me has narrowed slightly and there is plenty of space to begin to find myself, again.
Muskoka based doula and Mother of three. Here you can catch some of my wandering thoughts and knack for busting myths about birth, postpartum and raising environmentally conscious kids.