Here’s a real life peak into all the thoughts that make their way into one Note on my phone. This is what one of my favorite authors, Anne Lamott, calls the “shitty first draft.” Usually these thoughts get refined and reconstructured several times before being published on this blog, but in the spirit of keeping it real, enjoy the unorganized, unedited version.
I’ve been trying to find ways to keep myself busy. When I think Life is asking me to not be busy. To slow down. To be. With my son. And myself.
You know all my son wants is to be with us? To have us near? He knows nothing of this world and culture – he knows nothing of societal expectations or definitions or pressures. He knows presence. Nearness. He knows love. He doesn’t know that I just googled if hyperpigmentation that happens in pregnancy ever fades. He doesn’t know these dark blotches on my face aren’t “right”. He just knows my face. And how to kiss it. Everything he knows is everything I am trying to learn.
That presence. Is. Simply. Enough. Continue reading