Confession: I’m on day 4 of wearing the same black sweat pants and I’ve scarcely left the house all week. But you don’t need to stage an intervention quite yet, because I’ve simply been too busy to figure out what clothing works best with orange-glow support hose and scarcely leaving the house for a mother of six still entails a whole lot of lessons, school drop-offs, grocery store runs and playgroup.
Since I have been in a wee bit of a funk I’ve been watching the kindness of women in my little orbit. And it’s a beautiful thing. After playgroup, Christina is taking Maddy home because her mom just had a baby and Paige to her house because her mommy is at a refugee services meeting. The preschool carpool line comes to a halt when a dog darts into traffic. I hear my neighbors calling to each other across the street, “Send Sam over when you go to the store. And Allie too. We love her.” Dropping off Xander’s lunch at school I see Holly volunteering again, and she stops to tell me how brilliant and wonderful my little son is in class. I see hugs and waves and hear sweet and comforting words. And at home I witness even more invisible kindnesses– emails and phone calls and blog comments 😉 as the collective world of mothers lifts and heals and laughs with each other.
It’s an ugly world with more bad news every day but the mamas are making it better– one cupcake, one bandaid, one story at a time.
A few fun things today:
My beautiful, brilliant friend Allison is guest posting at The New York Times. If you’re a mother of boys, you won’t want to miss this.
I wrote about Christmas books over at Segullah. Please, oh please, join the discussion(it’s kinda quiet over there today) and share your favs.