Just a few things to read with a glass of wine with your feet propped up after the children (or husband or cat or dog) are in bed:
It doesn’t occur to me how strange and unnerving it is to be done having children until I’m surrounded by them and their beautiful, young, lactating mothers. They used to be me. And their dimpled offspring used to be mine, bent into my middle, grasping for skin or hair, an appendage of mutual love and need.
You see, I like to win. I like to be picked and I like to be noticed. In my senior year of college we had this assignment to put together our portfolios and resumes for future literary employment. My friend James and I had a friendly competition going and when his portfolio and resume got higher marks than mine did, I was livid. I went home, clicked on my computer for two days straight and arrived back in class with a victorious case of carpal tunnel syndrome and our professor’s high praise. I didn’t really care about the resume and it never got me that job in journalism (though it served me well when I eventually landed that coveted, ahem, secretarial position), but I wanted to be the best.
We sit in my dining room with the light pouring in and the steeple of the church standing over us through the window. We have our Viennese coffee (yes, it’s as good as ‘they’ say) in hand. We talk about my IKEA furniture, where the closest shops are and how long it takes to get from Point A to Point B on public transportation.
But there’s a question you’re dying to ask. I can see it in your eyes. And when the conversation pauses just right, you ask:
And Megan at Sorta Crunchy gives those of us Sensitive Parents some pointers in self-care and familial well-being.
Enjoy your weekend! For us, we've got a full house of some kiddos (ours and some good friends), so we'll be binging on telly, netflix and wii. Don't judge. :)