Our life moves in seasons.
Here we are watching the passing of the last month of spring: the arrival of summer; the deepening of the greens; the growth of the fruit in our infant orchard; the lengthening of the days and the prolonged singing of songbirds as a result. The robins begin with the sun, at around 5:30 in the morning, sitting in the trees outside our bedroom window. I have seen much out of that window over the past month.
My most recent season has been one of sickness and unavoidable rest. From my bedroom window I watched the dogwood tree bud and bloom and the flowers wither and the green, green leaves take their place. Pregnancy is never easy, but that worst part that rendered me immobile for nearly six weeks is only a season, and a very short one for me, mercifully!
We’re in other seasons–some challenging and some lovely. There’s the season of being the youngest boy and always behind your brothers.
The season of a trampoline stuck on the ground. The same wind that makes our hill pleasant in summer is absolutely determined to destroy the trampoline in the winter. Fortunately we are also in the season of being able to make the best of an unfortunate situation! Then again, maybe that one’s not a season at all.
Motherhood is not a season for me. I realized this recently. Oh, it will look different at different times. There won’t always be cribs in the house and babies with ruddy knees from crawling across the grass. But really, when you take on that mantle of Mother you never really take it off again, do you?
Our life looks different at different times, but some things should remain the same: the passage of seasons; the bond of Family; the embracing of the Beautiful.
When I was given the option to try one of JORD’s beautiful wood watches, I hesitated. I was already familiar with the company because I had bought one of their men’s watches for my husband a couple of years ago as a Christmas gift. (It was a huge surprise and he loves it!) I had also pored over their selection of women’s watches, which are simply lovely, thinking that perhaps this wasn’t quite the season for me for have something so…well, nice, perhaps? I know most mothers of very small children will know what I mean.
But I agreed to try one, speculating that I could maybe save it for special occasions, trips to town, church days. Rather silly, but seasons will do that to you. I chose the Cora Koa & Rose Gold watch, and when it arrived and I opened it, the children were as taken with it as I was. It’s self-winding and you can see all the inner workings and mechanisms through the glass back of the watch; the boys found it fascinating. I love the grain of the wood and the way the pink face sort of matches the faded pink in my hair. It’s the little things.
The self-winding feature threw a wrench in my save-it-for-special-days plan, though. To keep the watch wound, JORD recommends wearing the watch for a minimum of eight hours a day.
And so wear it I have. And it’s been wonderful. It’s a beautiful piece; wearing it means I don’t have to keep my phone around to know what time it is. (As a chronic time-checker, this is important to me!) It’s splash-proof, so I am not concerned about wearing it during my everyday work, though I do take it off when I bathe the kids. JORD’s watches come with a beautiful box for storing, so when I’m not wearing it, it is protected from curious little hands. They also have a year warranty. I receive many compliments on it when I’m out and about–that is, if people stop remarking on the number and ages of my children long enough to look at my wrist! Ha!
Motherhood’s not a season for me, where I can set beautiful things aside and wait until the time is right to pick them up again. I’ve so enjoyed picking up this beautiful timepiece and putting in on my wrist each morning.