Every day with a child is an experiment. Not having grown up around a lot of babies (and not particularly liking other people’s kids – sorry, it’s true), I spent most of my time with grown-ups or people who could carry on an adult conversation. I marveled at my friends who had kids, always wondering: … Continue reading
“We just want one.” “One? How can you just want one? Don’t you want a little brother or sister for Sophie?” “Um, not really.” “Oh, don’t worry. You’ll change your mind.” I carry these conversations lightly – saying you want one child is like saying you really are ready to get married when you’re 18. … Continue reading
Today at the gym: back and chest. Broad jumps. Burpees. Rowing. Knees. Core. Little pieces of myself, coming together again. At home, I returned emails and lined up the projects for the day. At noon, I had an appointment to get my dog, Neruda, groomed up north at Pocket Puppies. Should be a pretty benign … Continue reading
6:00a.m. The alarm sounds. I roll over and press snooze, turning back to snuggle Sophie. I press my hand against the bare spot on our bed. Alex got up an hour ago and is off at the gym, pounding his body into submission. How I miss seeing him working out beside me, our bodies synced … Continue reading
Daughter, here you are, first thing in the morning, with your body pressed firmly against mine. Daughter, here you are, holding your head up before you’re supposed to, moving it, getting stronger by the day. Daughter, here you are, smiling at me, my voice a recognition registered in your eyes. Daughter, here you are, soundly … Continue reading
