The tide changed. It just happened. While I waded in the deep waters of new motherhood, the tide was shifting all the time. The waves were softening. Receding. Retreating. But I didn’t notice.
I started with changing diapers and rocking teeny tiny babies. Nursing them to sleep and swaddling them tight. 2am feedings and sleep regressions and teething. First fevers and worried nights. Belly laughs and tummy time and baby wearing. High and fast waves. Keeping my head up. Treading water. Learning to swim. Energized, though, by the miracle of it all.
And then? Suddenly I was potty training toddlers. Teaching ABCs. Begging gentle hands and share with your friends. Toddler beds and pull-ups and temper tantrums. The water around me pulling and tugging. Knocking me off balance. But revealing new treasures that were covered by deeper waters.
And then? I looked up and it was time to work on reading. Swimming all the way across the pool. We picked a big girl bike and took off the training wheels. I teach kindness and inclusion. Responsibility and independence. Consequences. The waves are gentler here but steady and unceasing. Constant. Exhausting. But calm when I let be it. I can stand here in the shallows. I’m used to the tug and pull of the current around me, but the water can be ever unpredictable still. I’m confident, but wary.
The tide changed while I was in the midst. And now I see it. It’s all different. I know the little years are far from over. My children are only 1 and 3 and 4. I will still have temper tantrums and diapers and belly laughs in my life for a while. ABCs and life lessons. My early years work is not over. But there is calm now anyway. No new babies. No big changes. A season closing. The tide going out.
Love God. Love Others. My dear friend, Jenn, says it often. And she really does it. She loves big. She shines bright. She runs on mission. And her words echo in my heart. When I make a choice. When I speak my heart. When I decide how to grow my business. I test it against her words. Am I loving God? Am I loving people? Then I’m ok. If my motives pass that test. I’m ok. Ready. At peace. Her ministry is a blessing and her friendship a gift.
I’ve had the honor of sharing in her story. We’ve come alongside each other in these early years of motherhood. Waving in car line. Working preschool choir night at church. Deep talks through my car window in the church parking lot. Peeking into each other’s hearts. Encouraging. Sharing. Growing.
Last Fall, I convinced Jenn to join the Selah Journal test group. Selah became a little more part of her story. And I am so grateful for those hours together. In confidence. With open hearts and minds. We all changed a little in those weeks. Since then, she and her family have embarked on a grand adventure. And she has agreed to be my first Selah story - sharing her heart. Encouraging you.
Here is her story...