Parenthood, and to a somewhat lesser extent, getting older, has been one long exercise in recognizing the universality (and un-special-ness) of my most important experiences. Put another way: the older I get and the more time I spend as a mom, the more I realize that the things I go through are things just about everybody else in my position also experiences.
Here I should note that this is definitely not the post I meant to write after almost 5 months away from the blog. In fact, I have 15/16s of a post about being a working mom drafted and ready to go. But as has happened before, I’ve become completely consumed by some seriously messed up current events.
Here I should note that this is definitely not the post I meant to write after almost 5 months away from the blog. In fact, I have 15/16s of a post about being a working mom drafted and ready to go. But as has happened before, I’ve become completely consumed by some seriously messed up current events.
