Zoey: “Mommy, where’s my capskip?” It’s nearly 8pm and my brain is starting to shutdown. I have to think hard for a moment until I realize she’s asking for “chapstick.” I find the chapstick and give it to her. She says, “when Zane gets bigger he can have an orange bottle of capskip like you and daddy have a green bottle of capskip.”
I hear less and less of Zoey’s “mom” these days. My little girl is returning to me. She still calls me “Jessi” sometimes to get my attention but even that is occurring less and less. Sometimes I’ll look at her and wonder what she’ll be like 5 years from now and then 10 years from now. How will she be the same? How will she be different?
“Motherhood is raw and pure. It is fierce and gentle. It is up and down. It is magic and madness. Single days last forever and years fly by . . . Be gentle with yourself as you travel, dear mother. Don’t miss the scenery. Don’t miss the conversation with your traveling companions. Laugh at the bumps and say ‘ooh, aah!’ on the hairpin turns. Buckle your seatbelt. You’re a mom!”
—Aviva Romm, M.D. http://www.AvivaRomm.com
Today is Day 20 of the Write 31 Days series. Other posts in the series can be found here.
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