I’m still here. (Thank you for your kindness.)
Still here with the scooping of formula, the rocking, the swaddling, the diaper-changing. The apple slicing for Bee, the tying of shoes, the playing of Uno. These hands haven’t made their way to a keyboard in a long while, and for that, I’m uncharacteristically content.
But I miss our connections here, I do. Some days, I find myself in the midst of a pile of burpcloths, just standing there, feeling a bit lonely. I wonder what Jana’s up to, how Forrest is doing. What you guys are thinking about, dreaming of, mulling over. My mind wanders to this space – to you – as if it’s remembering an old friend, a past life – and for that, I’m grateful.
My friend Tsh asked if I’d be up for co-hosting her podcast this year, and the request came just days after Scout arrived. I thought it sounded crazy. I thought I’d never find the time. I thought for sure it would be the commitment to end me, the monthly reminder that I’m behind, that I’m buried, that I’m falling short.
And oh, I was the wrongest thing.
My chats with Tsh have been a balm. She’s an old soul like me, but a few years ahead and filled to the brim with tips and tricks for those wanting to suck more marrow out of this life. She’s wise and practical, lovely and good. We spend an hour or so on certain Thursdays chatting about all things home, and the first – on rituals and routines – is here.
If you’re a podcast listener, enjoy. And if you’re not, I get it. My hands are full right now, and perhaps your ears are much the same.
Just know this: I’ll pop in and write when I can. I’m over here playing Uno. I miss you. We’ll learn alongside each other again soon.