At the beginning our family was just two. Then suddenly three! Now, four.
Everything is more complicated.
Sometimes we’re all marching to the beat of the same drum.
That’s not typically how it goes.
We often overlap and bump into each other.
Our personal space becomes communal space.
We stumble and crash into each other.
The complexity of our relationships increases.
But complexity does not come empty-handed, it brings beauty.
New colors emerge.
Endless possibilities.
This post was inspired by this post by
.“It’s hard growing up. Sometimes I cry about growing up.”
ALSO
Stickmatch by William J Crook is a short, beautiful animation where a stick becomes a match and leaves become a flame.
Beautiful weekly bus passes from 1930-1979 used in Milwaukee, WI.
👋 M, C, K & O
Love this and so true. You are in the thick of it, you are now in man to man defense:) This time next year this will all be so normal you won't remember some of the strife. But all to say, good on you for keeping all of this going. Sending a nap:))))
Love this. Also reminds me of Metcalfe’s Law in terms of the scaling law of complexity of a network. The number of edges grows as N^2 which I always think is a beautiful way to articulate how the relational richness of a community grows nonlinearly as you add more people. I think about this a lot in the context of classroom and family life. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metcalfe's_law
Your post strikes me as an artistic way to illustrate a similar sort of phenomenon.