the space between us
January 6, 2014 § 2 Comments
Just as our children stretch their limbs to dream in larger beds, my husband and I are consciously curling into a smaller space. There is a familiarity in the closeness that begs extra courtesy and mindfulness; no room for greediness or anger, only the luxury of sharing.
For years the space between us held a sleepless child. Bad dreams and movie nights, evenings when a fever or illness begged space closer to the bathroom and beneath a watchful eye. Long past the infancy of parenthood we are returning to the intimacy of a space intended solely for two.
In the moments when the space between us seems too small, crowded by one person’s needs, I am reminded of our eagerness in courtship to navigate less with intention and compromise. Perhaps the larger spaces of our home and lives invite disharmony, limiting us to individual needs as we move through spaces cluttered with self.
It is a funny thing the space we create, where we invite change and how we assign value to the spaces between us.
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I love this contemplation of space and how we create, inhabit, and share ours, and how it evolves with the seasons we find ourselves in. I can already tell this is something that will stick with me as I go about my day today. Thank you.
How fortunate then that we navigate seasons of motherhood and marriage inspired by the warmth of our children’s Summer; to wake each day mindful of little blessings and great joy.
Thank you, Lara, for the lovely metaphor.