I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
Last week I made a list of things I can do one-handed, specifically, while holding a child. While I was doing that, I also thought of things I could not do.
As you read these, remember I’ve tried every one.
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This is my first Renfaire with the Wee One and the first day was difficult for many reasons. But it’s such an important part of my life that I can’t bear to stop doing it. Like all other things with my Wee One, it’s figuring out how to adjust.
It takes special kind of planning. I’m still breastfeeding so I don’t have to bring special food for her, but I do have to make period appropriate arrangements for naps and physical activity.
And garb, of course. I loved making her garb.
But you need to drink ample water in the days approaching fair, as well as the day of, and be plenty rested.
I recently began a new career as a stay at home mother with a two month old and I spend a lot of time with her in my arms. Necessity is the mother of invention, and out of necessity, I have become proficient at accomplishing a number of tasks one-handed. Lest you wonder what’s possible, I have taken the liberty of writing them down for you! They’re backward in order of approximate difficulty:
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Now that she’s a wee bit older, I’m reminded that she is a person with a will. She’ll have a way she wants things; different from mine.
Mother’s Day usually made me scoff in years past. A “Hallmark Holiday,” I called it.
It is also a big day of sales at KFC-the second busiest behind Super Bowl Sunday, in fact. If that doesn’t say something about the day then I don’t know what.
This year I noticed something I had always missed before: that it’s not just about a child or family appreciating their mother, but it’s a chance for the mother (me, in this case) to celebrate the little person I love above all little people.
It was beautiful and it might be my new favorite holiday.
Ah, treehuggers. I don’t normally consider myself as one of their number, but I really am.
I realized this as I thought about my examples for a travel theme prompt, and I realized that my love for trees is not really about their beauty, but about an emotional connection I feel to them.
I’m staying home with my Wee One, and these days, nursing a lot. I’m coming out of my skin at times, because I’m not productive when she’s on my lap. I never felt what a vise the cult of productivity is. Now that I think about it, maybe it isn’t a cult. Maybe it’s merely a distraction.
My daughter is seven weeks old now, and I am trying to figure out my changed life as a stay-at-home-mom with a baby, someone I never thought I’d be. At the same time, I’m desperately treasuring her little mannerisms, cataloguing them in my mind to always have them, even when she grows.
As I’ve written before, I had reservations when I got pregnant about actually having a baby, but after prayer and meditation, I began to believe that parenting was something I could do, something that I would even want to do and that I needed to have faith. In God. In myself. In her. In other people.
Her delivery was the first (the hardest?) application of this faith.
Continue reading “The First Time I Walked On Trembling Feet – Wee One’s Birth Story”
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “But No Cigar.”
This prompt reminds me that, come this weekend, I’m going to have my first cigar since last summer, my first one since the Wee One came. However, even though we’re going on Saturday, there was another poportunity just after she was born that I really wanted to take advantage of… but no cigar.
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I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 