Waves of Change

I’ve always thought I was adept at change. In the early years of our marriage, when jobs and apartments and even regions of the country where we lived were fluid, I embraced new beginnings and found them exciting. If things felt stagnant and predictable, I felt constrained, chafed against the ordinary responsibility of everyday life. If one thing remained constant, however, it was my need to pinpoint my exact identity in relation to whatever was changing. As long as I knew who I was, despite my changing zip code or job title, all was well. Motherhood first came to my husband and