Working backward.
Dinner/roast chicken/wine/pride/realization that my children are, day by day, becoming whole people with running thoughts that are…
Dinner/roast chicken/wine/pride/realization that my children are, day by day, becoming whole people with running thoughts that are separate from our collective family experience. A visit to a courtyard (a large square of concrete, really, but outside so yay!) that our neighbors have granted us access to — they fled the city a week ago. Time passing/talking to six year olds/another pot of coffee and snack-making. A buzzy brain and a solo walk, hunting my own rainbows today. FaceTime with a dear friend, everyone taking their turn doing mommy’s handmade sight word scramble. Before that? Hunger, waiting, frustration, spontaneous yoga until one kid came in, asked me to teach her something and then collapsed in despair when she couldn’t do it perfectly (I get it). Tried for an early morning Instagram live meditation avec kiddos and, of course, distraction (before I allowed them their single allotted cosmic kids yoga class of the day). Online unemployment benefit regi — refresh/try again/try again — stration (for him, not me, not yet) — almost completed, but not quite! Two gentle heads snuggling me in the morning, casually asking to watch a show, knowing the answer already.
Somewhere in there was some seed-planting.
Looking forward.