We have a super fun crew of friends we’ve traveled with since before kids. We continue to plan trips together and our group continues to expand. The adults used to be the ones making each other laugh. Now we watch all of our kids laughing together and it couldn’t be cuter. Our talented friend Andrew Luria put together a little video as he always does from a trip we took just over a year ago. Here’s to traveling with great friends…
I am the firstborn in my family. I’m hard working. A rule follower. A pleaser. All traits that are commonly associated with firstborns. I’m also an observer and an introvert and have been my entire life. I’ve learned the tricks of the extrovert, I even know how to use them to my advantage. But truth be told, I need my alone time, my space and prefer one on one interactions to large social gatherings.
Being an observer and a pleaser are both wonderful things, but have at times crippled me. The upside is that I have many friends and I know how to make others happy. I watch and intuit what people need and I deliver in different forms. It is incredibly hard for me to feel like I’ve disappointed someone.
We went to a wedding a couple of weekends ago and I saw one of my very closest friends from college. She and I had hot and cold periods during college. She, the brash, outspoken one willing to speak her mind no matter the cost. And me, the soft-spoken one who wouldn’t say what I really thought for fear of hurting someone. She was the first friend I ever had who I had real verbal fights with. It blew my mind, why did the relationship have to be so dramatic? None of my high school friendships were like this?
But seeing her again that weekend reminded me of what I learned from our relationship. It’s bullshit to pretend everything should be pretty and nice and easy in life. Trying to maintain this is exhausting. Not speaking my truth rots something inside me, not to mention the relationship or situation within which I hold back what I really think and feel.
So folks, consider it a Autumnal Aspiration (we’re not yet ready for New Years goals). Instead of holding my tongue when something sucks, I hope to speak more authentically. I hope to always be a pleaser and speak kindly to people, it’s part of what makes me me. But here’s to working towards authentic communication, no matter how ugly she be.
So please don’t ask me if your ass looks big in that.
One of my dear friends from Colorado College got married last weekend. We left our big kids with their grandparents and hit the road for Telluride..what a nice little escape! Pretty sure Telluride is still our fav place in Colorado and so great to take a trip with just our lil guy..
Well, here I sit five weeks later. We are slowly sinking into some kind of familial rhythm again and it feels great. We have not yet accomplished sleeping through the night, but this time around, I have more confidence in our method that has worked twice before. I am not completely plagued by “if” it will happen, and trying more and more to let go of the when. I know it’s coming.
We are less stressed overall. Tired, but less overwhelmed, surprisingly.
I remember just over a year ago when Luke and my constant conversation surrounded whether or not to “go for the third.” We had a tally of yes’s and no’s (that I kept and will make it into Quinton’s baby book..te he). No won out then. We were over thinking it. Clearly yes won out in when we lived abroad.
I think we convince ourselves that whatever choices we make, it is always the best and “right” decision. It’s one of those wonderful human defense mechanisms. So to say it was the right decision sounds trite. Of course I think it was. I would have thought the same had we stuck with two.
My first time through pregnancy and after was so completely about me. Do I want a boy or a girl? How much weight was I gaining? How will I decorate the nursery to fit my style? What kind of mom will I be? What does this mean for my career? And then how will I get back to me? My sense of self…my body…my routines…my relationship with my husband. Me me me me me.
This time, I bring a different me to the experience of motherhood. Now, in the space that held fear of what will be, there is confidence in what can be. As I see my baby girl go off to kindergarten…as I see my first born son making his first friends independent of his sister…I suddenly care less and less about those things that used to matter so much to me. This time with littles is so incredibly and devastatingly fleeting. This time will fade and I will always come back to me. The thought simultaneously elevates, and guts me.
Watching Cora run to line up in the morning and not look back when the bell rings…seeing her dash around the playground with her friends at her school carnival and hearing her laugh and make nonsense jokes with them that only a five year old would understand fills me in a way that my own self-absorption never could. Only I didn’t know it then. To care about someone else so completely and to see them happy is the most satisfying part of life, I am learning.
So, today I cherish the gift of motherhood. The opportunity to be pregnant and have small children is such a small window of a woman’s life. As I see my own window closing, I feel lucky to get to go through it once more.
Having Quinton reminds me of how deeply I loved my other babies when they were small, how deeply I love them now, and how much things will change in just one year’s time. Quinton reminds me that what at times can feel like such a burden is an incredible opportunity for self-understanding and reflection, so long as I choose to let it be so.
This weekend was Cora’s first Landsharks race. It was so darling, I almost cried. Having grown up a runner myself, watching her enjoy running brings tears to my eyes. I told Cora to make sure she came in first and use her elbows if anyone got in her way. I am totally kidding. We just told her to have fun. Pretty sure she did!
Kierian cheered loudly with Grandpa and Grandma, and Quinton slept through the entire thing. A success overall. And then we came home to watch the Donkeys win. Good time had by all.