One of the most striking things about motherhood is how it consumes. One day, there you are, doing the things you want to do, on a schedule you choose (how much choice you really have you may not realize yet)–and then, suddenly, the next day, you’re completely at the beck and call of a small unreasonable creature. And the only…
Sisters and Mothers
I’ve just been rereading my earlier posts, and almost had to laugh–I have not felt very sorry at all that E is no longer an only child. Yes, yes, I was right about all the little sweet moments I’d lose when R was born, but I hadn’t nearly anticipated the abundance of other sweet moments gained by watching E and…
Let Me Count the Ways
It’s funny how perceptions and fears can change over the course of a pregnancy. At first, I was very trepidatious about how on earth I could ever love R as much as I love E. E and I have had so many moments–so much time–that R and I won’t ever be able to have, because E was once an only…