A SEASON TO...
A few years ago, I felt like I was hearing the term season a lot. I regarded it as a trendy buzzword within the Christian circle, not really seeing how it applied to me. Sure, I understood the sentiment of "this too shall pass" but 'seasons' still wasn't a word I really identified with.
And then I became a mom.
Of one. Of two. Of three. And I found myself clinging to the idea of seasons in a way I didn't expect.
With my first baby, I was over-the-moon in love, but it was also tough for me to see out of the dark times. There were sleepless nights, pain, fear, and so many tears. Being a new mama was glorious, and also so very hard. But just as all the mothers who had gone before me promised...those long days turned into short years, and I learned that though the hard moments can seem never-ending, truly, it's all just a season.
In motherhood, there are sweet seasons full of growth and joy. And there are difficult seasons of...well...growth and pain. In a way, seasons can be comforting, because they assure us that the "winters" will not last forever. But they're also a reminder to savor the "summers", because those too will pass.
I'm only a few years into my parenting journey, but already I recognize that motherhood is full of seasons, partially because childhood is full of changes. Now, with my third baby turning six-months-old after what feels like only a blink, the idea is reinforced again. This time with him is a season. Just as he won't always be a sweet smelling, gummy grinned, ball of snuggles, he also won't always be a fully dependent little being whose needs threaten to break me.
So, knowing that, I do my best to offer up as much gratitude as I can for the gifts I've been given in this time, while clinging to the hope that is found in knowing that the struggles I face aren't forever.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1
Motherhood of little ones is a season. One marked by midnight feedings, pre-dawn wake up calls, epic tantrums, and sweaty, sticky cuddles. It's full of messes, failures, and worries, but it also holds more truth and joy than I thought possible. It's a time to weep, and a time to laugh, and a time to mourn-sometimes all in the same day. But, none of it is forever. It is all a season for His purpose.