Such a time as this
Leading up to Christmas, through this busy and tiring season, I find myself quite lost in (what sometimes feels like) the vast uncharted wilderness of motherhood. I have found myself feeling drained of all my creativity or talents. Not only do I not feel particularly inspired to do/write/create like I used to, but I seem to have fewer occasions to even try (and as everyone knows, creativity begets creativity). One of the truly sanctifying aspects of motherhood that I did not expect to have to daily lay down MY gifts, MY aspirations, MY “accomplishments” ALL THE TIME to provide a place where my children can practice and develop their own gifts. I used to get to create “occasio ns” as a creative consultant and event planner; I used to be knee-deep in the great games of politics, national security, and culture war as I pursued a career in strategic intelligence; now I’m just, “mom.” Mom. The maker of tea; the meal planner; the laundry-meister; the band-aid and ibuprofen dispenser; the ju
