Tonight I was flipping through some photos I took of my kids on the trampoline this evening. There were the usual fun upside down ones, mid-cartwheel with hair everywhere. There were the random mid-air jumps and karate positions. But then a series of photos caught my attention, starting with the featured image and then these…
Seeing this all I could think was MOTHERHOOD. This is pretty much what my experience of motherhood has been, a free fall with nothing I can completely control or grasp onto, besides my faith in God and the purpose of family. Some parts are scary. Some parts are terrifying. Some parts are fun. I didn’t grow up with a trampoline, so being on one is often terrifying for me. But seeing my kids having a blast makes me overcome my fear. After the fall, I stand up smiling.
I know there is always a trampoline beneath me, and that God will always catch me when I am falling into something new, but the jump and drop can still make my stomach go into my throat anyway. But once I’m on that trampoline, I’m always on longer than I plan. It’s too much joy and emotion and amazement to want to stop. There are times I feel weightless and I am flying and I am free. The same is true in motherhood, in the forgiving, idolizing eyes of my children I am incredible, untouchable and all-knowing…truly free.
and inevitably someone ends up getting hurt or being too rough and the trampoline-party ends with a timeout.
That’s when I remind myself that things are perfect in their sweet imperfections. That’s when after the “I’m sorry’s” and the teeth-brushing and the prayers and good-nights are said, I take time to sit down, turn on a show and get the pictures onto my laptop screen. Looking through them reminds me that even if things do “end” sadly sometimes, the fun was still worth it, the journey and jumping was fun and special and since family never ends, trampoline time never really will either…
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These are so fun! Thanks for sharing the photos and your sweet thoughts! XOXO!