sisters

Women don't have chapters in their lives. They have seasons.  I listened to her as she pushed the stroller, worn plastic wheels swiveling over cracks in the concrete. Freshly planted pansies lined both sides of the sidewalk; I don't know why I remember them, but I do. I must have realized in that moment that she was saying something important, a truth I needed to tuck away. One of those finely polished gems that a sister slips into the hand of a sister, years before she needs to know it. I can't recall the context of the conversation. Her first baby was still young, the curly-haired toddler in the stroller. So we were probably talking about the transition to motherhood, the shift in identity, the struggles to sort out the balance between work and home. All the same things we still circle around in our conversations today. But I never forgot those words or the way her voice rose with possibility and hope when she spoke. We have seasons. . . . It's an obvious symbol for … [Read more...] about we are seasons