I’ve only been at this parenting gig for a little under 2 years at this point and with only one child at the moment so you can take what I have to say with a grain of salt but the stark contrast in the past two days has been remarkable and it reminds me that the only constant is in fact change. “The days are long but the years are short” is a mantra that sits in the back of my mind but sometimes it still gets lost in the day to day life.
I saw this phrase somewhere “stop the glorification of busy” and it just resonated with me. As Americans we seem to have an almost ingrained Type A personality; obviously not everyone fits into this category and people find ways around it but it seems like everyone you meet is “tired” or “busy” or “has way too much to do”. We need to stop filling all of our time with commitments to everyone and everything. What about the commitment we should have with ourselves?
Felt boards or books are all the rage at the moment. It started with Christmas trees on the walls that little ones could touch and manipulate and then turned into a year-round project. I decided it was time try my hand at one and also continue working on my budding sewing skills.
For a long time I’ve wanted to have a family and be an “adult”. I’m not sure why because this adulting thing is for the birds but it was on my list of things to do so here I am doing it to the best of my ability (which is questionable some days but everyone seems to be alive and in some way thriving). I also have a very distinct memory of me as a kid playing outside on a brisk Fall afternoon and running up the back steps to come inside, presumably for dinner and being smacked in the face with some smell of food cooking and it just is one of those moments that sticks out. At my parents’ house they have a vent fan over the stove that vented into the outside and just happens to be right outside the back door. Nothing special or magical from my childhood and very “basic”. For some reason the juxtaposition of the cold Fall air and the warm smell from the kitchen has cemented itself in my memory and become the template for a quintessential (see all those vocabulary words I’ve stuck in here?!?!) Fall afternoon. And because of this memory I have always associated Fall with family, comfort, and home. Now with a child of my own it’s a different perspective but still the same, the magic is really in the small stuff. Continue reading “Domestic Bliss….right?”