Sometimes right in the middle of change, it seems like the new things will never feel normal. Until one day, you barely remember what life was like before. The day we brought Brayden home from the hospital life changed. Would it ever feel normal to be the mom?
Now here we are, almost seven years later, with a month of first grade behind us.
The days of impromptu adventures outside and lazy cartoon filled mornings have already become fuzzy remember-whens. I’m desperate to know the new details, but I’m learning that asking how his day went generally gets me nowhere. Instead, I have to simply be, exist alongside, and listen. In their midst, little bits spill out and take shape and I catch myself trying to fit them together to make a complete day-story. I can never quite fill in all the gaps though.
I’m also learning to stand up in the room of this new normal, where during the day only one child is at my side seeking guidance, and find my place in it.
3 comments:
I really liked this post. I think about these kind of things a lot lately. I can't remember what things were like before Charlie was here. I don't remember what it was like when Eleanore was still in diapers. I mean, I do, but, the memories seem so far away that its hard to determine if they're even real or not, ya know?
Great picture.
Wow, I never considered how my day will change when Gracie starts school. I'll miss her hanging out in her underpants with me all day, working alongside me every single day, until we take a tea party break.
I read somewhere that if your kids aren't quite opening up when you ask them how their day went, try rephrasing the question in a way that appeals to what they love. Like, "Tell me the funniest thing you heard/saw today" or "What was the funnest game you played at recess" or something like that. He might open up a little bit and share his day with you again!
Time goes by so fast.
I am going to be one big mess when Lily starts school.
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