As I sat in the toddler classroom at work today, rocking an almost-two-year-old nugget to sleep while listening to the rain falling on the roof and looking at the gorgeous fall colors in our centers backyard, I couldn't help but think about the changing of the seasons, and how things fall apart to come back together. The leaves predictably change color and float down every fall and start anew in the spring. This mirrors our lives and how I am working to let the sorrow fall... in hopes that something new will find me in the coming season. I lean on hope and optimism and have to remind myself that it's okay to have hope. It's okay to be excited. We are moving forward, even if we are taking the smallest of baby steps known to mankind (seriously).
I take comfort in knowing this is our life. We're in this together. And there's every possibility that by the time we're watching the leaves fall and getting excited about the holidays next year, we may have a tiny human to be excited about. That tiny human could even be here by then. Isn't that a crazy thought? And in the mean time, we will continue to embrace the small steps and the journey we're on together.
xoxo,
Mrs. Porch
I take comfort in knowing this is our life. We're in this together. And there's every possibility that by the time we're watching the leaves fall and getting excited about the holidays next year, we may have a tiny human to be excited about. That tiny human could even be here by then. Isn't that a crazy thought? And in the mean time, we will continue to embrace the small steps and the journey we're on together.
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| For everything there is a season... But don't judge that broken table; we're trying to get it replaced. Being a nonprofit isn't always glamorous. Seriously, stop judging me. |
Mrs. Porch
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