Thursday, November 22, 2012
Yesterday, Maya was finally getting over a virus, so we indulged my restlessness and went to the park in the late afternoon. The sun started setting over the apartment buildings across the street and I was able to show the girls the moon for the first time (outside of book illustrations, that is) on our walk home. I always love that magical time of day when day slips away and evening begins to emerge. Since having children, I usually miss my old favorite time because I am busy making dinner or trying to pick up toys before Arturo comes home from work. So yesterday it was a treat to be outside as we said goodnight to the day. There was an extra magical element because I knew Arturo was on his way home from work and would be home for a four day Thanksgiving weekend! So despite the lingering coughs and fevers, the magical fireflies were out in my heart in this moment!
I have learned in my year and a half as a mother to hold tight to the wonderful moments because they make those days when stay-at-home-mama-depression begins to set in more bearable. And that is why I am writing today. Because the depressing days are real and I think I need to find more of myself in daily life to help me not just survive this season of life but to fully enjoy and experience its treasures. So even though I have another baby arriving any day now and life will get busier, I want to value my interests and personhood. To that end, I am going to try to write and to sew and to write about sewing more than I have been doing. I have taken the first step this Thanksgiving morning by forcing myself to "just write."