I am lying in bed with my son while he naps. Last night I held him in my lap while he vomited onto a towel. Now, he sleeps deeply, chirping like a far-off sparrow.
The days are long, and, often, the nights are longer. Sometimes I walk around the house stepping on broken rice cakes, and think: This? This is my life?
Now I’m lying under the covers, typing on my phone. Rain is starting to fall. The forecast calls for a bit of snow. On the last day of March—imagine that.
On Sunday I took my first run in many weeks without having to navigate across piles of snow. It was bright and warm. Finally spring. I made my goal of running to the dock.
Now it’s illness and cold weather. Winter again. All I want is freedom—to wander the world for a half an hour alone.
And sometimes I let myself day dream of more than that. Afternoons—whole school days—where I write and work and run errands, alone with my thoughts. No whining children to pull down the street, or in and out of the car.
Right now, lying here, feeling his small fingers brush against my arms as he shuffles in his sleep, I feel everything at once—the desire to move onto easier days, and the sorrow of not wanting to lose these most intimate years with my children.
I’m trying to find a word for the mix of feelings I feel at times like this, and the best word I can come up with is longing.
Isn’t it all wrapped up in longing? Longing to escape and longing to stay. To be free and to hold on. I long for it all. Every day. Every breath.
Amen.
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This was sheer loveliness. So well said.
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Thank you, Christine!!!
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Beautiful Wendy. It so captures the ambivalence that is central to motherhood. This never changes, even though you and your children change constantly. Just like the weather. Here’s to no more snow! What a winter you all have had.
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Thanks! Yes, what a winter!
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wow. yes. perfect. I felt like this all winter long!
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It’s almost over!
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The feeling of their small, small hands is one of the best things in the entire world. Ever.
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