This one was tough. So tough, in fact, that I kind of procrastinated and, in the end, copped out for something convenient. I was hoping to come up with something very profound and thought-provoking, or a-day-in-my-life kind of thing. But the whole motherhood thing? It kind of got in the way.
Then last night, I realized a little bit of what motherhood means for me.
For me, it means, instead of just picking up and running off to chase the light when I want to, I wrap the babies up and throw them (not literally, of course) into the pickup for a photography expedition.
Maybe it’s kind of inconvenient, but I don’t see it that way. It’s worth losing 5 minutes of the light to bring them along and showing them that it’s ok to drop everything and chase the light. To stop and smell the roses, if you will. That beauty in this life must be grasped onto and appreciated while you can. That life isn’t all about getting things done, which is the way I’m wont to view it at times.
Oh, and the light I was chasing?
Behold the sweetness of the rain-swept prairie and the light that shines between the rain clouds.