Sundays, delicious Sundays. We got out today in the sunshine, and when the wind got to be too much for our little one we headed indoors. Since my maternity leave began I have been getting steadily better at being at home. Rarely have I been one to stay in my pajamas all day, and I never spent entire days indoors, ever. Now, as the end of my leave approaches, I relish these slow days and don’t want them to end: the rhythm of taking care of a tiny person, eating, napping, listening, dancing, staring at each other. We stare at one another a lot. Surrendering to a different pace, someone else’s pace.
I have been so happy to have this time at home with my little one; it just feels right. The USA has an abysmal policy on maternity leave, and paternity leave is worse. Some day we will get it right and give parents the time and support needed to get a good start.
watching :: Wuthering Heights
reading :: The Paris Review
listening :: Open Air
This is the season to hibernate, and that’s exactly what we’ve been up to, with fits and spurts of activity on sunny Denver days. I have never been one to stay still, but lately it has been one of my greatest pleasures. It’s amazing the adventures that transpire while you sit quietly. Watching the sky’s lights change through tall windows, while we are cozy and warm with our blankets and tea, is divine. Hope your days have been merry and bright.
Our little world seems to have shrunken and expanded like a star exploding with light. Only three weeks, and we have had so many visitors fill our tiny home with their love and joy. When loved ones leave, it is quiet, but there is a lingering sense of good tidings and calm. Everything is the same, and everything is different, and as usual I’m shocked at the heart’s ability to expand and expand.