“I know I can’t make time slow down, can’t hold our life as it is in a freeze frame or slow my children’s inexorable journeys into adulthood and lives of their own. But I can celebrate those journeys by bearing witness to them, by paying attention, and, perhaps most of all, by carrying on with my own growth and becoming. Now it dawns on me that the only way I can figure out what I’m meant to be doing is to try to understand who I’m meant to be…I will not waste this life, not one hour, not one minute. I will not take for granted the blessing of our being here…I will give thanks…”
― Katrina Kenison, The Gift of an Ordinary Day: A Mother’s Memoir
I read the above quote today, and it spoke to me. I read it again and again, examining each sentence, contemplating my role as a mother and all the other roles in my life (wife, nurse, photographer, friend…). It helped make sense of this little project of mine, renewed my sense of purpose as it’s been a bit slow going as of late. I’ve found myself questioning posting here, thinking ‘who even reads this?’ on late nights of photo editing so I can be fully present during the day. But I’m doing this for them. It’s our memoir, my love letters, how I express my gratitude. And I’m experiencing personal growth along the way. Until next week, friends.