I’ve heard a lot of stories of courage lately. I’m not sure if that’s because my loved ones are doing more courageous things, or because I’ve been paying closer attention to it. Probably a combination of both.
I have a couple of posts in the queue, but they seem inconsequential compared to the grief and loss I feel related to the election. And I know I am not alone, and I count my family and friends among my blessings — not just for who they are, but for what they value and what they represent.
I have been thinking a lot about what it’s like to have a new baby and have Donald Trump elected as president. In some ways, it’s heavier and more depressing. In other ways, it’s relieving to see W’s innocence, his smile, and his oblivion — it makes me hopeful. And I am grateful that I don’t have to elucidate the political landscape to him. As my friend Julia remarked, it would be a whole lot harder to explain this to a five-year-old.
I’m kind of a mindfulness junkie.
I have always enjoyed a good yoga class, but I think my interest in mindfulness really took off when my book club read Thích Nhất Hạnh’s The Miracle of Mindfulness a couple of years ago. I read it while Sean and I were in Cannon Beach for a long weekend, and I now look back on that trip as one of the best weekends of my life. I was so present for everything we did together, and present for our relationship.
I like this definition a lot:
Last weekend, we were feeling a little restless and wanted to get out of the city. I was hoping to see some fall foliage (it was Columbus Day weekend after all — oh, how I miss New England), so we decided to take a day trip up north, driving Chuckanut Drive to Fairhaven.
In addition to the joy of William and a visit from an old friend, we have had a lot of good things pouring in over the last seven weeks. It has been amazing to have so much support from our friends, family, co-workers, golf buddies, neighbors… the list goes on.
We’ve had newborn diapers delivered to our doorstep; loads of laundry done in a matter of hours; blueberry pancakes made from scratch; generous gifts sent our way; messages of support from our east coasters; and so much more.
Everyone told us to accept help when we had a baby. We did it. And we’re loving it.
A few people have asked me questions like, “Is William a happy baby? What’s his temperament like? Is he an easy baby? What does he like to do?”
These are hard questions for me to answer because I didn’t exactly hang out with a bunch of babies prior to W.
My life changed dramatically in August of this year. We welcomed a baby boy into the world. And, as the saying goes, our lives will never be the same.
Febbie came to visit last weekend. It was wonderful to have her in Seattle, and I loved sharing little William with her. We ate at some delicious Seattle establishments, caught up for hours, and reminisced about our footloose and fancy free days in Seattle (ah, to be 22 again).