My mom’s birthday was this week. She would have turned 60.
My mom wasn’t my “best friend” and she wasn’t the only person that I would talk to about things, but she was the one person I knew that I could talk to about whatever was on my mind. She was the one person I knew I could count on if I ever needed anything. **edited to add- I have a terrific husband and father that I can talk to, but I’m missing having a woman that I can talk to about being a wife and mother.
For the last year and a half, I’ve really felt like I’m in a season of my life where I need extra emotional and spiritual support. Nathan and I have been discussing some “stuff” and one of the outcomes of last night’s discussion was stepping away from my responsibilities at church.
And a little like this:
It’s unnerving and freeing. Change is like that.
