How’s your summer going so far? What’s life like for you? Do things change a lot for you in the summer? Does the change in summer routine affect your blogging/writing habits?
Life has been a flurry of activity lately.
Getting the kids ready for camps and transitioning out of the school routine into the summer mode.
Making potato salads and picking strawberries for strawberry buckles.
Optimizing time out and about in the pleasant weather.
Celebrating my 42nd birthday.
I honestly do not know when I would have the chance to sit down and actually write a thoughtful blog post. Someone always needs something– a fresh application of sunscreen, or bottle of water, or help getting into/out of a bathing suit– and as soon as I sit down I have to get back up, or I feel guilty for not spending all that glorious time with the fam.
Then at night I am just to tired to construct anything, so I climb into bed and watch tv until I fall asleep.
Even now, I am running late for work, sitting here with wet hair and a dog who is anxiously trotting around me because she needs to go out.
I’ve coughed up a couple poems lately because it is what I’ve felt moved and inspired to do. But also because it is what time would allow.
There is this other interesting thing happening. . . I don’t feel the same urgency to write as I did when Emily was a newborn and Jack was four. It’s like I’ve gotten to this spot where I feel like I know the kids for the moment and things are going okay.
Don’t get me wrong. Life is still super stressful and I’m still juggling way too many balls for my comfort and feeling like a lunatic about 87 percent of the time.
But it’s like I’ve been here and done this and have run out of desperate things to post.
It’s like I would just be writing the same post about how stressful it is to be a working mom to two very strong willed and passionate children. (Wonder where they got those obstreperous qualities anyway. . .)
I’m sure this will change and life will present me with a bunch of new stuff. . . but I’m kind of bored with writing about how fucking relentless motherhood is and I just want to kind of sit in the pocket of quiet that my mind is offering me at the moment.
So, while there may be a few poems or photos this summer, I think I am going to cut myself some slack and think about being in the moment as opposed to writing down every moment. I might also think about some new ways to retool Momaste, because growth and change happens.
Yes it does.
Thanks for being here with me on this journey. You will never have any idea how much it has meant for me to have your compassionate witness.
So, I’ll see ya in September, or sooner, or later, or you know, whatever.