The Bright Side of Disaster

by Katherine Center

I needed to make some room. I’d tried to organize the kitchen cupboards and my closet to make my storage more efficient. But it was no use. I just felt like a hamster rearranging my shredded newspaper. What I needed was a cleaned-out cage.

And then, as much as we wanted to see what would come next, when our toddlers came, we’d be sad to see our infants go. I read that somewhere about motherhood: that it’s bittersweet, because each new stage means letting go of the one before it.