A moment to write
Just getting started. Doing the one handed typing thing while the wee one has a sleep. Looking out at a bit of a gray cold day. And a lemon tree. Oh boy, this should be fun!
... A minute later, the babe is still snoozin' but has consented to be laid in his bouncy seat. I sincerely hope with this blog to exorcise the new mommy obsessions: poop, milk, sleep, no sleep and the various contraptions that accommodate baby (bjorn, bouncy, boppy... good lord, a conspiracy of consonance). Not to visit these horrors upon you, oh no, but to travel beyond them, if possible, in the moments, brief though they may be, between the feeding and the changing and the inevitable weeping.
I have been a few things already in my life up to now, but a mom is a new one, and like a new shoe, it rubs uncomfortably in a few spots. The kid's darling. Let's just get that out right now. And I've chosen this moment in my life to become a mother. Absolutely what I wanted to do. Holding him when he rests his little chin on my shoulder and slumps against my chest releases small waves of joy. Yet, having pushed the pause button on an otherwise unremarkable life, I feel now unease and doubt at new and unprecedented levels. Hooray.
I have taken a year off school to stay home with the babe (the eponymous Gabriel). I have one more year before I'll be an honest to god doctor. I may never have such freedom to devote unlimited amounts of time to my family. And do I complain about this? Of course! They are gentle complaints, qualified complaints. Complaints that reveal too much, no doubt.
Must dash. G is audibly filling his pants with unspeakable substances.
... A minute later, the babe is still snoozin' but has consented to be laid in his bouncy seat. I sincerely hope with this blog to exorcise the new mommy obsessions: poop, milk, sleep, no sleep and the various contraptions that accommodate baby (bjorn, bouncy, boppy... good lord, a conspiracy of consonance). Not to visit these horrors upon you, oh no, but to travel beyond them, if possible, in the moments, brief though they may be, between the feeding and the changing and the inevitable weeping.
I have been a few things already in my life up to now, but a mom is a new one, and like a new shoe, it rubs uncomfortably in a few spots. The kid's darling. Let's just get that out right now. And I've chosen this moment in my life to become a mother. Absolutely what I wanted to do. Holding him when he rests his little chin on my shoulder and slumps against my chest releases small waves of joy. Yet, having pushed the pause button on an otherwise unremarkable life, I feel now unease and doubt at new and unprecedented levels. Hooray.
I have taken a year off school to stay home with the babe (the eponymous Gabriel). I have one more year before I'll be an honest to god doctor. I may never have such freedom to devote unlimited amounts of time to my family. And do I complain about this? Of course! They are gentle complaints, qualified complaints. Complaints that reveal too much, no doubt.
Must dash. G is audibly filling his pants with unspeakable substances.
posted by cmm at 4:13 PM
2 Comments:
A beautiful beginning written in your lovely way. I came across a card you sent me that I had kept in a book on women's health. It addresed the issue of our sudden adulthood. Here you are with babe in arms and career knocking at your door! Thank you for taking us with you... Love you!
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