(I began with three young volunteers playing keep-away with a ball) This is my metaphor for this morning. A person feeling stuck in the middle, unable to quite get to the ball, moving one way, then the other, and feeling frustrated. I’ve been living in that place lately. I have this new baby so I’ve been (theoretically at least) on maternity leave. It’s a strange place to be – sort of between worlds. I’m here, but not really here. And yet at home I feel that way too sometimes. It’s probably partly the sleep haze. And partly that I haven’t quite figured out this new little being. One day she’ll be perfectly content and sleep great, the next day it’s like some phantom is pinching her. And no matter what mood she’s in, getting anything else done or being much good for the other kids has been difficult. The logistics of 3 children are still a bit of a mystery to me. And so some days I feel like I’m stuck in this strange in-between. I can’t quite catch the ball. That’s where we fi...