The season of rest will come Katie. I assure you. But it’s not likely until your daughter is older. Rest and toddler are two words that don’t go together. I remember feeling much the same way as you. When you’re in the thick of it with them it’s hard to imagine, especially when you’re desperate for a rest. But it will arrive eventually.
Thanks, Katie. I'll probably end up reading this piece again (and again) as I traverse a particularly challenging season of my own life, on multiple levels. In reading this, I was reminded of Viktor Frankl's work around meaning and the idea that we, as humans, are meaning-makers. I was also reminded of David Kessler's work on grief and his book Finding Meaning: The Sixth Stage of Grief. I don't (yet) have clarity on my meaning of my own current season (how could I, truly) but I trust it's there, even as *none of this* is happening for a reason.
The season of rest will come Katie. I assure you. But it’s not likely until your daughter is older. Rest and toddler are two words that don’t go together. I remember feeling much the same way as you. When you’re in the thick of it with them it’s hard to imagine, especially when you’re desperate for a rest. But it will arrive eventually.
Thanks, Katie. I'll probably end up reading this piece again (and again) as I traverse a particularly challenging season of my own life, on multiple levels. In reading this, I was reminded of Viktor Frankl's work around meaning and the idea that we, as humans, are meaning-makers. I was also reminded of David Kessler's work on grief and his book Finding Meaning: The Sixth Stage of Grief. I don't (yet) have clarity on my meaning of my own current season (how could I, truly) but I trust it's there, even as *none of this* is happening for a reason.