This is my motherhood season.

a reminder to notice, name, and embrace the season you're in.

The rain started early this morning, and I woke up to two little bodies snuggled up next to me in bed. As I type this, those same two girls are already in their swimsuits, out exploring the wonder of the backyard.

Twelve hours ago, I was 33 miles from home, cheering on my oldest daughter as she volleyed a ball over the net. I texted a friend this morning: “I’m in my 'stop at Buc-ee’s at 9pm era.’” The fact that all six of us had something going on yesterday made it a long, full day.

I told her I’m really trying to embrace the fullness of this season—being present for all of it, even when it's messy, loud, or late.

All of that led to the poem I started writing as I walked laps around the high school at sunset last night.

I’m in the season….

I'm in the season of toddler baking camp drop off. 

I'm also in the season of keeping in a cooler in my car for late night volleyball games. 

I'm in the season of hosting 8 year old girl play dates. 

I'm in the season of early morning princess Tea Parties and late night teen TV watching. 

I'm in the season of staying close to home, and also traveling to visit family. 

I'm in the season of my work being the things that I do with my hands in my home. 

I'm in the season of weekly dating my husband. 

I’m in the season of perpetually being “behind” on responding to texts. 

I’m in the season of being able to leave the kids home with big siblings for a short time.

I'm in the season of walking closely with friends who love Jesus. 

I'm in the season of evening neighborhood walks to get my steps in. 

I'm in the season of doing school, therepy and life skills at home with my teenage son who has autism.

I'm in the season of trying to figure out when or how to pursue my creative dreams. 

I’m in the season of walking in a friends backdoor on a random Tuesday.

I’m in the season of side by side chats while we pick up a Dr. Pepper in the car alone. 

I'm in the season of a few mornings a week at the gym. 

I'm in the season of planning the pre K back to school party. 

I'm in the season of my social life mostly revolving around my kids' social life. 

I’m in the season of 1:1 walks down the street and back with my son.    

I'm in the season of training my kids on how to clean, tidy, and keep their space neat. 

I'm in the season of releasing and letting go. 

I'm in the season of not having to get in the pool but instead sit by the edge, or jumping in and getting my hair wet, just to make them smile. 

I’m in the season of getting lost in a fiction book during afternoon down time. 

I’m in the season of giving my heart away every day to four small humans that call me mom. 

This is my season of motherhood.

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Instead of mourning the season that was, or looking only toward the one that isn’t yet, I want to live fully in the season I’m in.

To jump in the pool.
To say “yes” to afternoon DQ Blizzards.
To host the playdates, stay up for late-night chats, and get up early for time to myself.

Sometimes it feels lonely when your friends are in different seasons. But I think that’s a lie meant to distract us from living our one wild and beautiful life. You were made on purpose, with purpose. And maybe—just maybe—that purpose is looking you right in the face today.

Will you take a minute to notice it?

To name it?

To fully embrace the season you’re in, knowing that all of it is temporary (seasonal!)?
If it’s beautiful, soak it in.
If it’s hard, take heart—it won’t last forever.

Here’s something to ponder today:

What is YOUR season?
And if you’re a mom, what is your season of motherhood?

Take a moment. Journal it. Speak it out loud on a walk. I bet you’ll begin to see glimmers of a life that’s begging to be celebrated.