ARRIVING HOME
What I found myself worrying about often in the years before becoming a mother was that motherhood would draw me far away from myself. But the most pleasant gift the experience has given me has been arriving home.
My daily gratitude practice now often includes a thankfulness for trees and flowers, sunrises and sunsets. I will forever remember the people, the things, and the opportunities that were lost because of this pandemic. But I will also try, in these bright days just past summer solstice, to remember the wisdom and insight to be gained from it, too.
Read MoreI’ve been feeling it in waves in recent weeks: a sort of ever-present self-doubt and tendency to second-guess that is crippling my friends, and myself. I’m tired of decision fatigue and of the pressure, put on others and on ourselves. So let's all go into this weekend and new month intending to show as much kindness to ourselves as we set out to show to others. The world is hard enough as it is.
Read MoreI used to fantasize about being whisked away into the evening on Valentine’s Day, but this year, romance for me looks like sweatpants on the couch, a dinner in, and maybe a movie. Society likes to tell us a marriage will surely die if the “spark” does, but my "spark" doesn’t re-light with an expensive dinner bill.
Read MoreI’m one who thrives on dates and time and cyclical cycles to keep my life in order. I break my large and ever-expanding list of goals into days, weeks, and months, making sure to consider things like major holidays, even moon cycles. But there is no ultimate motherhood checklist that I can reference that will tell me when my job is “done”. Is there much else in life that is this way?
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