My daughters visited yesterday. I listened to them talking. The in jokes, the shared references, their world in common. And I thought, wow, wasn’t it only moments ago that you held my hand to cross the road? When you thought I had all  the answers, so you came with all your questions? When I banished your monsters at bedtime so that you could sleep easy? Now, none of this is new. Time flies and kids grow. What interests me though, is that moment when we fall into the gaps between one thing and another. I was a mother. I am a mother. But now they mean different things and in that transition, for a while it is easy to feel untethered, cast adrift from the identity that anchored us to something tangible. Change is inevitable, and sometimes it can feel synonymous with loss. It happens to us all. How can it not? There are moments when the transition between one thing and another can leave us fearful, full of self doubt, wondering who we are now we have transitioned from the space we once occupied; the job, the relationship, our sense of our place in the world. And in the midst of all the changes, who have we become? And who do we want to be? And even when we have engineered the change, longed for it perhaps, the transition can feel daunting, and our confidence and self esteem easily become diminished. But in that transition lies potential.  In that gap, where we find ourselves adrift between one thing and another, lies the chance to recharge, reflect, and emerge, stronger and  clearer than before.