girl at large

Nailed It

That time we were standing waiting for the Max train in Portland and it began raining and you asked if I wanted your umbrella and I said no (because I used to live there and I know better) and then you said, with admiration, "You're so durable."

That was the most romantic thing you ever said to me, because it's how I think of myself. You nailed it. And you daily nail this marriage and kids (and mother in law) thing. Thank god, because sometimes, on the tough days, I'd rather be out walking in the rain. Happy Anniversary Paulie!

 

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Truth in Parenting

A friend once shared with me that though she knew she would love her child, she didn't realize how much FUN she would have raising him. When the hair dresser patiently listens to another kid story, or I look blankly at a coworker when they ask if I've been to the newest restaurant "yet", I know I'm being the stereotypical oversharing breeder. And to my Facebook friends, if you turned off my baby-flooded timeline, I understand.

Parenting is intense affection and extreme frustration, aimed at the same small person, almost simultaneously. Those emotions, and others, overwhelm your being within thirty seconds of each other, back to back and on repeat. It's exhausting.

And then there's toast. Toast and coffee in bed on Sunday morning. Thank goodness for small comforts. And a little squeaky voice downstairs: "Mama's having alone time, BE QUIET!!!"

 

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