and all six kids and all their friends are rampaging through the house, I vacillate every 5 minutes between:
“I can’t believe how good this life is.”
Truly, I’ve been surprised this summer at how much easier life is than last year and so very much easier than the summer before that. Moving out of the baby years means that I can pursue some of my own interests, have entire conversations with other mommas at poolside(though I did have to jump in fully clothed to rescue Mary yesterday) and my older kids fill my house with laughter and eager debate on every topic.
As much as I love, adore and crave holding them, babies are isolating by their very nature. Momma must be on call for feeding, regular naps, constant supervision, doctor appointments and long crying jags.
My wise, beautiful and insightful friend, mama, recently wrote about mommy isolation. Her description of those early lonely years of motherhood are so vivid that I can taste them. It’s worth a read for every mama and the people who love them.