Amidst the whirlwind of adjusting to parenthood, it isn’t lost on me that we’ve slipped into the time of Advent. It comes with all these messages about hope and anticipation, but it means something else entirely when you’re going through that.
This time one year ago, we were fighting off sickness, loneliness, and anxiety. And we’d been trying to have a kid all year and that hadn’t happened- it was starting to look like it wouldn’t.
On the other side of a crazy, unexpected, and beautiful year, things look really different. But I always want to keep the way things were last year in good memory. To make things as they are sweeter. To be with those who are in a similar spot. That was the seeding ground of hope.
Hoping and waiting are the same thing in many languages, and that’s cause they overlap quite a bit.
I don’t want to offer empty words of positivity, because those come so much more easily this year than last year. But the most helpful thing for me to remember was this— you’re seen.
And somewhere past the space-time continuum, the future version of you is out there, cheering you on. Letting you know that there is a point at which looking back on today will make it seem very different.
For Those Who Wait