To everything there is a season
As I read our Spotlight story on Connie Klingaman of Simms, I started daydreaming about Montana’s seasons.
Klingaman has one of the most amazing gardens I’ve seen. It’s seemingly endless, and she’s separated itinto outside rooms, each with a different theme to enjoy. (Read her story here.)
She mentioned how she enjoys watching the garden change each season. Seeing her garden in lush greens and colorful flowers makes me smile, but seeing it in autumn — my favorite season — well, that would make me giddy. I love fall colors.
We also have seasons in our lives. For many, like me, it’s defined by motherhood. For example, I’m entering the “season of no rest.” As a new mom I experienced that — rocking my babies in the dead of night. As a mom of a teenager, I’m balancing work with my new side business of taxi driver for my girls and volunteering for PTAs and soccer teams. And feeding them. I struggle to find time to cook. Every week night seems full; every weekend there are activities.
But I know from those wise women who have been through this season that it doesn’t last and when it’s gone, I’ll miss it. And since those same wise women told me that about babyhood, and it turned out to be true, I’m inclined to believe them. There will be time to rest in 2021, when I have an empty nest.
To everything there is a season. Our cover story, though, makes me take note. Four women shared their road to doctorate
degrees. I read their stories (here) in awe.
Katrina Stark, for example, didn’t start her master’s degree until she was 44 years old. With two of her three children still in
high school, she juggled work and family alongside her studies.
She seemed to have combined seasons, enjoying fall while still in summer. She not only survived it, but flourished from the experience.
I have so much admiration for Stark. What an amazing sacrifice she made to ultimately earn her doctorate degree. She is a great role model
for her children, too, who went on to also earn advanced degrees.
It’s a good reminder to not get caught up in your “season.” If you do, you could miss a blooming opportunity.