I love introducing W to new people. First, because he’s one of the friendliest dudes I know – you’re pretty much guaranteed a smile within a few minutes. Two, because he learns new expressions, games, and ways of interaction. And three, because I think the more people who love and know him, the better.
We took a family trip to Santa Fe in early December. Why Santa Fe? I mean, I think the better question is why not?
I’m not sure if it was the Newsies song that always made me want to go here, or the fact that the dry desert seemed really enticing to a wet Seattleite… either way, I was excited.
We arrived on a Friday afternoon. Let’s just say that W won the mindfulness test by leaps and bounds. Our flight was an hour late to take-off; when it finally did start take-off, the plane slowed down and went right back to the gate. Yup, we had to switch planes because the cargo door opened.
William didn’t seem to mind. And that was a great way for Sean and me to be reminded of how wonderful kids are. I mean, this babe was spending the entire day with his mom and dad. What did he care if we had to switch planes?
The weekend was sublime – buying handmade arts at Governor’s Palace, eating at a cozy bar on our first night there, meeting old friends at the recycled art fair, and soaking up the sun and snow.
I’m loving the movie option on google photos:
2017 is officially in full swing, and I’m back on the west coast. My two week trip to New England was my longest yet since moving to Seattle eight years ago. I still didn’t have enough time to see all the people I wanted to see and do all the things I wanted to do. But Sean and I had some spectacular moments and memories for the books. And sharing William with my family and closest friends was, well, magical.
This morning when I woke up, I did what I always do: checked my phone for the time. Checked my text messages. Maybe the weather… and a news headline or two.
Well, I looked down for a quick moment and realized that W was staring at me. And staring at the phone screen. In fact, craning his neck to see what I was so interested in on that little device.
This has happened at least a dozen times in the last couple of weeks. And it’s kind of terrifying.
It’s scary because William is totally catching me NOT being in the moment. Am I really trying that hard to be mindful if my child is more aware of my phone use than I am?
Ok, so I realize I’m only 3 1/2 months in… but here’s what I’ve noted about parenting so far. (I’m sure this list will get much, much longer… and wiser… as time goes on.)
I have had some incredible highs since parenthood began. Hell, even just the excitement of discovering I was pregnant. I felt myself connecting with a little human right away.
And I was pretty comfortable keeping him in my belly. When coworkers would ask if I was “ready,” I’d say, “Welllllll there’s a few more things I want to get done before he shows up.”
But, omg, it’s so much more fun HAVING him in the world.
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.