Is browsing old photographs a form of time travel?
I might have mentioned I revived a blog that I started over a decade ago, a parenting blog.
I removed dozens of old posts and I'm trying to post something once a week. For my most recent post, I discovered something I wrote 10 years ago. It was 9 motherhood lessons I learned in my 9 years of parenting.
So, I revived the post and decided it would be fun to add old photos from that year, 2013.
Browsing the old photos was a little like traveling through time.
As a mother, sometimes I wish I could step out of the flowing stream of time for just a moment, just to see.
Yesterday evening was a challenging one with one of my children—struggling with anxiety and trying to work through some things in his head. He's always been analytical, wants to figure everything out.
Last night, I was telling him that I totally understand that desire to understand everything. That when I was his age, I was very idealistic and analytical. I wanted all the answers.
I told him that over time, I slowly grew more comfortable with the idea that it's okay to hold tension within ourselves and not always understand. It's okay to stand before a mystery and allow it to be just that, a mystery.
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