Seasons change. Every four months we anticipate the renewal of spring, the warmth of summer, the crispness of fall and the cold, cozy days of winter. The shifts come and we embrace them.
Yet, when the seasons of our lives shift, it’s often met with anxiety and trepidation. In one short week a shift will happen in our home. From little girl in elementary school to tween in middle school. There is much anxiety around this shift. The soon-to-be middle schooler has no desire to leave the bubble of elementary school, does not want new teachers or therapists and is beyond nervous to meet new kids. Yet, I don’t see a little girl anymore, she’s taller, more independent and often times full of sass. The Mom of said soon-to-be middle schooler is anticipating a lot of time spent educating a new group of educators on what epilepsy, cerebral palsy and disability looks like for my child. Yet, this isn’t my first rodeo, I am comfortable in my skin as an advocate.
The season of my own life, or should I say decade, changed a mere two months prior to the pandemic. I met 40 with fear and quite honestly regret. The decade prior brought motherhood that threw me for a loop. I became a mother, a caregiver, an expert on my child’s medical and educational needs, an advocate, and threw myself into volunteering for everything possible related to Reagan, mainly so she could participate with her peers. All things I’m incredibly proud of, yet none of those things were solely for me. While I would never go back and change putting my medically complex child’s needs first, I would have advocated better for myself, asked for more help and found a way to not lose focus on my own hopes and dreams.
I’ve shifted my mindset recently. I’ve made the conscious choice that not every decision will be made solely for Reagan but also with my own interests and sanity in mind. All while knowing I’ll never be the “put your own oxygen mask first Mom” and accepting it none the less.
We are both a bit in denial, trying to get a grasp on the changes ahead. I hope to walk hand in hand with my tween (while she’ll still hold my hand) into this next season with grace and understanding that all the seasons before prepared us for this one. Seasons of change are inevitable, true shifts happen when we embrace them.
*To all the early-to-mid-to-late-fourties’ Mamas going through the tween and teen years with your kids, while reclaiming and owning your own life’s path and purpose, I see you and walk with you into this season. Also, who thought this was a good idea?! #allthehormones*
Rea of Hope 