Whether it’s the subtle shift in the way the afternoon sun shines, the layer of misty fog blanketing our street each morning, or just that perpetual “ new leaf” I’m always trying to turn over – I’m craving a Fall-closet refresh. Not a full overhaul, …
For us, October always holds the promise of sweater weather, hearty homemade soups, a little spook in the air and some Halloween fun. Though we’ve only experienced a couple of days thus far that would actually warrant a sweater – when it comes to Fall Feels – we suffer no lack thereof! Our days may be toasty, but our nights are cooling down to crisp, Fall-ish mornings…dewy and fresh…just a touch of chill. With subtle hints of the season and a few spooky details, we are cozily cloaking ourselves in all things Autumn.
5. Redecoration will be your handy new hobby. Side hustle. Religion, maybe. The truth is, you will have to let go of the life you once knew. This feels scary. Letting go is one of the most difficult challenges we face. Often …
Maybe I just never payed attention, or wasn’t given many opportunities to enact this talent before (or hadn’t spent countless hours holding a tiny human the size of a small watermelon within the alcove of my left arm), but I found myself consistently awe-struck at the number of things I could do with one hand. Making bottles for example – pouring with accuracy. Fixing the nipple inside the cap. Tightly screwing on the lid.
Folding laundry. Putting on make up. Straightening my hair. Sending emails. Emptying the dishwasher.
Not chopping vegetables. I tried many times. Veggies need two hands.
Let’s just start by saying that my son is nearly 18 months of age.
A lot has happened (in somehow, what seems to be a very long, and a very short period of time). I recognize that my perception of this first year can (and probably will) change. Still, part of the reason I wanted to take down my feelings here and now, is because of the proximity. The freshness. My feelings are pretty raw. And while I know that they’ll soften some, there’s a vividness… a clarity marking my experience as authentic. Un-romanticized. Maybe, un-apologetically accurate?
Anyhow, I think it’s also important to recognize that it’s taken me a full 18 months to actually sit down, process, and in turn write about this experience. If we had any questions about the impact that becoming a parent has had on my life –
there is your answer.