I spent the first 30 minutes with my spiritual director spewing a rambling narrative. I described a restlessness in my heart and a deeply felt longing I couldn’t quite put my finger on. She said flatly, “Maybe you’re entering a new season.” Although I’ve heard the term many times, I never looked at my life as a series of different seasons.
As our children get older, the number of voiced opinions under our roof seems to be growing exponentially by the day. Blessing 1 wants to listen to one particular kind of music; Blessing 2, another; Blessing 3 points. Blessing 1 wants to watch one particular TV show; Blessing 2, another; Blessing 3 screeches. Blessing 1 wants to play with a particular toy; Blessing 2 inevitably wants to play with the same toy; Blessing 3 tackles and attempts to eat said toy.