Wow, what a meaningful few weeks I’ve had!
Avery May is 1 month old today, and I can’t believe how time flies… and how time flies differently when you’re having fun (or not?). This post is about getting real… and what’s real is that Avery is an angel… a true blessing… and the easiest peasiest part of my day, but boy oh boy let’s talk about the rest of my day, shall we?
I’ve had to manage some personal “stuff”, which shall remain personal… but it has made me reevaluate my New Year’s resolution of Simplify. It’s been a bit tough… but I’ve had to learn about trusting again… in myself, in the universe, in “my plan”… and in trusting I have to “let go” and believe in my day to day path… and THAT… is simplifying down to it’s core, no?
Which means my day to day path, RIGHT NOW, means I can’t quite post every day on this blog like I wish I could (another resolution)… but I have to TRUST that I will have time again…
I’ve had so many families prep me for the jump from 1 to 2 kiddos… and as much as you can “prepare”… it’s a doozy of a ride folks. I feel guilty for not holding and kissing my 3 year old as much as I used to (and who is still having a tough time of things since Avery’s arrival). He’s reverted to sucking his thumb, which is tough to watch, but better than regressing on the potty training, right? TRUST.
I wistfully read Emily Henderson’s blog. She has a newborn too… and reminds of my earliest days with Parker… those blissful HOURS spent oohing and aahing and cooing and…
… oh wait… you don’t really get that with number 2. It’s like I have to steal my moments with her, while trying to make up my moments to number 1. And try and sleep. Take a breath… TRUST.
Speaking of sleep (HA!)… we also all got the nastiest of viral colds , which has made the last few weeks even that much more challenging. Even Avery finally got it. I was hoping that the all-mighty breast milk would fight off Parker directly sneezing onto her face (1 to 2 kids… achoo! ;))… but alas… the poor girl has kept me up more in the last 7 days than when she first came home, and it breaks my heart to hear her struggle to breathe. The lifesaver? That snotsucker device called the Nose Frida. Seriously amazing!
What I’ve somehow managed to do in all of the chaos, somewhat ironically (because I’ve never managed it before)? Live up to my resolution to cook. I’m on my second week of meal planning and I’m cooking folks! It’s actually quite cathartic. I play some tunes, occupy the babes (or strap the littlest one on)… and get into a nice little meditative rhythm of chopping, measuring, stirring…
… and trusting that it will all come together… maybe not perfectly… but in the right recipe for me… for right now.
