My favorite metaphor....
After each birth of my two babies, I felt like things were out of control. Like I was a lump of clay, the same clay as before, but that I had now been plopped on a potter’s wheel and life was spinning me faster and faster. What was happening? When might the wheel slow down and what would the clay look like then? I was being molded into something that would serve me better for this new chapter, a newly shaped hunk of clay. Motherhood was creating something that had never been made before. A new version of myself.
I love the metaphor of clay. Life molds us into new versions of ourselves all the time. Sometimes we pay attention and other times we don’t notice the changes at all. Sometimes we might even be the potter or sculptor taking control of a situation and sculpting it into what we want! Life shapes us - over and over. Nearly everything in life leaves its impression on us, like hand prints on a piece of clay. Parenthood, loss, graduations, career changes, family struggles, you name it. There is so much beauty in the molding.
Does this resonate with you? Reach out, let me know!