There’s a season of becoming that doesn’t announce itself loudly. It arrives quietly, tucked into the in-betweens. Between one version of yourself and the next. Between what was familiar and what hasn’t fully taken shape yet.
Lately, life has felt like that space.
Motherhood has a way of stretching time. Days move slowly and quickly all at once. Morning light spills across the kitchen while coffee cools untouched. Small hands tug for attention as thoughts wander toward work waiting to be done. It’s a rhythm that asks you to be present in more than one place at once, even when that feels impossible.
I’ve learned that becoming doesn’t always look like forward motion. Sometimes it looks like staying still long enough to notice what’s already here. The quiet confidence forming beneath the surface. The subtle ways priorities shift without asking permission. The realization that growth doesn’t need to be loud to be meaningful.
Becoming, I’ve learned, isn’t something that can be hurried. It happens in the quiet accumulation of days. In the rhythms we return to again and again. In the pauses between doing and deciding. In the moments where life is lived rather than planned.
Motherhood has taught me to move differently. To listen more closely. To trust that understanding comes through living, not through rushing. That the answers often arrive not when we search for them, but when we allow ourselves to stay present with what already is.
This season has been less about arrival and more about attention. About honoring the in-between. Letting things take shape in their own time. Becoming slowly, honestly, and without force.
Design mirrors this for me. The best work doesn’t arrive all at once. It’s shaped gradually through listening, patience, and allowing space for what wants to emerge. Restraint gives weight to what remains. Editing back. Letting each element hold its place rather than asking to be noticed.
Becoming again doesn’t mean starting over. It means integrating what you’ve lived, what you’re learning, and who you’re becoming into something more honest. More aligned. More your own.
Right now, that feels like enough. To move gently. To honor the in-between. To let becoming be quiet, steady, and deeply felt.
Motherhood has reshaped the way I move through my days, and in turn, the way I create. Time is no longer something to push against. It’s something to listen to. Work happens in the quiet margins between meals and lessons, early mornings and slow evenings. In those spaces, I’ve learned that depth doesn’t come from doing more, but from paying closer attention.
There’s a soft unraveling that happens when you build alongside a child. You learn quickly what can wait and what cannot. What needs tending and what can be set down. That way of living has filtered into my work, inviting a gentler pace and a deeper respect for what unfolds naturally. The process becomes less about arrival and more about presence.
For those navigating their own in-between, you’re not behind. You’re becoming.
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for the mothers, the artful souls, and those becoming
– rory x wren creative studio
