I wasn’t sure what to write today.
Mother’s Day is weird for me.
Because technically, I am not a mother, but I’ve spent a better part of my life with tiny humans.
And I woke up weird, out of a dream where a spiritual mentor was about to give me a talking to and woke up into a day where I wasn’t sure if I should go to church or not.
I sent texts to some fierce mama friends in my life who I’ve learned from and gleaned from, I went to church where I sat unsure what to do with my hands and then I sat in the sunshine with no words hitting my brain.
When I go to church 99% of the time I sit by my roommate Patty on one side of me. It’s comforting, it’s home, it feels weird when I don’t.
And then on the other side there is usually a chair between me and the person next to me.
I’ve realized that this is how I live my life. I have a chair between myself and the next human. Maybe it’s because I mostly have no personal space 40+ hours of the week, maybe it’s because I have walls around me.
But, I’ve been very aware lately of that chair and moreso aware when it gets taken away.
Through this season of life I’ve been walking in and the incredible unknown of what the hell is behind door #2 I’ve really counted on my space. I feel when I don’t get it, I feel when I get too much of it.
I’m not sure where the balance is.
I am figuring it out though.
I am learning what it looks like to give myself space to form thoughts and emotions and to find holes in my own thoughts.
And there, right there is how this becomes a blog about mom’s.
To the mom’s in my life, to the fierce, beautiful, lovely, warriors of mothers that I know:
When you are able, when you are capable of this-give yourself a chair. When the kids are at school or asleep or playing outside, give yourself space.
You need it, you deserve it and it’s there.
Taking space doesn’t make you less than or not enough. It gives you the ability to have more and be more.
To the mom’s in my life. To the fierce, beautiful, lovely, warriors of mothers that I know.
You got this.
One response to “The chair between us”
Totally get that chair thing. I start to panic if I feel “locked in”.