Embracing Seasons
Looking back at pictures from a few months ago - when morning walks at Ocean Beach was the norm. Zoe is three months old. So it's been three months of jarring interruptions. Interruptions to sleep every 3 hours, 2 hours, even every 45 or 30 minutes. Interruptions to chores - "Play with that bouncy ball outside the kitchen!" "I'm thirsty!" "How do you write __?" And the perpetual, "Can you read to me?" "Can you play with me?" Interruptions to eating. Interruptions to conversations. Interruptions to time with one child to tend to another child. When my fuse is short I find myself pining for another time, another place, another rhythm. When I settle in for some quiet, when I first lift a spoon to my mouth, and I hear Zoe crying, 10 minutes into a nap. When I start digging through the drawers to re-organize the kids' clothes or piles of paper, and smack in that worse-than-before-mess limbo, someone needs help in