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There are friends that tie us to a younger self; the girls we women once were.  In their company time stands still and the reality of marriage and motherhood feel like a grand game of make-believe.  Discussing our lives after childhood, I feel like a little girl playing house.

I never envisioned this part of my life, it has been an experience of improvisation.  My parents were divorced with widely differing personalities and parenting styles; they lived in different communities and without the predictable social rhythms of my close-knit neighborhood.  I sometimes feel like a child’s toy misplaced; a round peg stuffed into a square space.

I am comfortable in the company of my family, but sometimes lost in the space of expectations.  A little voice seems to whisper,  I don’t know how to do this.  I have learned to follow my gut and lead with my heart.  Asking for directions and watching for answers.  Still I marvel at those that seem to know with a quiet confidence, what comes next at each turn.

It is with great joy and reassurance that I perpetually find myself in the company of wise souls that share with me a vision of Happily Ever After in the space of everyday life.

Tagged: Family, Life, Motherhood