Hug your kids. Often. For no reason at all. Sometimes they just need it and will never turn you down. In fact, hug anyone you love whenever you have a chance. Life is short.
I actually kept breastfeeding my baby this long SPECIFICALLY so she would nurse during THIS exact flight and not cry about her ears hurting, and then as an added bonus, she would fall asleep.
After he died, it felt ridiculous to sit and eat an elaborate dinner at our big empty dining room table, like we were performing in a play that no one was watching.
The pilot's voice assured us of a smooth ride, but the turbulence seemed to surprise even him. "Looks like we hit a rough patch, folks," his jaunty voice said. Even the pilot didn't know this would happen, my brain argued. They had no control, it insisted.
He placed his hand on my thigh. His touch was subtle, loving, foreboding. I gazed into my glass, lamenting its emptiness. His eyes penetrated my cheek and he said: “I slept with a twenty-six-year-old girl in Vegas.”
Here we are again, I thought to myself as Notre Dame’s iconic spire crumpled into ash like a spent stick of incense, glowing orange at its dying core. Another casualty in the anthropocene.
Being a parent is sometimes harder than we like to admit, and being a new parent is extra difficult in that there is no established norm for daily activities. It is all a learning process.
