“Every time I change the way I explain myself to myself, I have to rearrange the story of my life.” ~Mason Cooley
It’s been said we can never step into the same current twice, yet for most of us we can at least predict the level of the water and how it flows. – That is until a child like Kiddo comes into your life . . .
Nine months ago our river was redirected and our lives overturned. Little did I know my life would look the way it does today.
After Kiddo arrived, I had to grieve on and off in order to mourn my old life and give room for celebration of the new.
A marriage counselor shared this some time ago: “When a child comes into the picture, it’s like mixing up a mosaic. All the pieces you started with are still there but the perception shifts because the pieces are rearranged.” ~ Gina E.
Even today I keep breathing around each river bend. . .
Accepting that clients are okay with waiting and are ready as time allows.
Accepting that our spare bedroom is no longer a place for motorcycle garb, camp gear, or seasonal clothes but rather a toddler’s hang out filled with flashlights, books, and forts designed for laughter, play and sleep.
Accepting that the bathtub is no longer a private sanctuary filled with candles, soaps, and oils, but more of a hang out for rubber ducks, squirt guns, alphabet letters, and toy boats.
Accepting that the toothbrush holder does not have to have a designated spot and that it is okay to share brushes because after all, the baby teeth are at least getting brushed.
Accepting that morning meditation includes a second set of hands and little feet with lots of hugs and kisses in between.
I am accepting our imperfectly-perfect new arrangement, filled with lots of sticky twists and gooey turns.
(Note: For confidentiality reasons, “Kiddo” and “them” refers to the child in our foster care at the time of this post.)