Motherhood

Benjamin at 3 years old

Letting Hard Things Be Hard

It wasn't until I started talking about all of the trauma as trauma that the panic attacks around pregnancy and birth stopped. I have come to firmly believe we have to let ourselves acknowledge that hard things are hard. It is dangerous to think that only perfect things can be beautiful and good. Or that hard parts of relationships make them have any less love. So to honor that idea, this is the rest of my birth story.
I don't want any of this

Covid Trifle

Mood: Life in the time of Covid is like staring down a revolting layered dip, the exquisite layers of torment piling sloppily on top of one another, accumulating into one horrifying whole of nauseating glop we are all going to have to eat before we can get down from the table.
Benjamin asleep in my bed

But Is

I watch this little baby Who shouldn't be in my bed But is
Grandma opening Christmas presents

Maggie’s 2008

But not just a poem, a saga, a tale Of another years passage along life’s long trail A tale of a mother and father and kids And all of the crazy old things they all did