Today is the first day of my blog. Wow. I intend to share things that percolate — that I think will either entertain, thrill, move you, or make you go hmmm.
Here’s a poem I wrote just now with Lily:
When I go get the take-out food, the restaurant owner asks for my daughter. “We miss her,” they tell me.
I know. Because they are speaking of my heart. And even after moments away, I miss her too.
And when we are apart I leap with joy. Freedom. Freedom! What can I accomplish?
And now that we are reunited I can’t recall anything else.
Is it a trance? Is it a dance? Is it a sure-fire way to eclipse my own ambitious stance?
A mother told me yesterday “It’s hard.” “What is? Which part of parenting?” I asked
“It’s all hard.” And she said that while laughing. Happy. Exhausted. Luminous.
Is that what hard looks like when you are a Moving Mother?