a small, true thing.

Sometimes Claire's feet and hands get going faster than her body can keep up. She gets focused on her destination and takes a tumble. This afternoon, she had a small face-collision while crawling toward the front door of our house. She sat up and whimpered, but didn't full-on cry. As she was pulling herself up to a seated position, I stood to comfort her. She didn't see me move, and when she looked to where I had been sitting, I was gone. Then, the tears started. The faceplant was a small thing compared to a missing mama. She held on to me fiercely, and cried fat tears. For one tiny person, I am comfort and safety and home. It's a weighty thing.

A year into motherhood and I'm still learning this. Today I read a great post by a newish mom that just fit what's been on my mind lately. Here's part of it: "Little adventures that used to be easy, like going to Glide for example, seem so complicated now. I'm not complaining when I share this. Please don't get me wrong. I very much WANT to be here. I'm simply noticing that on so many levels, my life is new. I am still transitioning and trying to figure out what I can keep from that old life, what is worth fighting for and what I can let go of and embrace about what is happening now.

I've been in a funny kind of isolation....Motherhood is new and I still feel like a brand new pony with it. All legs and wobbles and no grace."



Amen to that. This graceless pony thanks you for your kind comments and that you keep coming back here. I'm still trying to decide on a new blog title and appreciate your suggestions. Feel free to keep 'em coming.