So yes, life is crazed these days, with a newborn and a two-year-old. But I’m still carving out some time for scribbling and blogging. I’ve found that writing and mothering complement each other beautifully. Both require creativity, both are deeply spiritual, and both involve making massively courageous leaps of faith.
(Pause as I check on my crying newborn).
Okay, here’s one big difference between writing and mothering: writing doesn’t require me to change poopy diapers. That’s kind of nice. But then again, writing doesn’t sit in my arms with a satisfying weight, smelling of newness and sleep and innocence…. and Luke does.
And that’s even nicer.