Friday
Oct212005
why didn't anyone tell me about the horrible fours?
I look at Sean and Will with disbelief as they spiral out of control, again, bouncing off each other, pushing boundaries and shredding months of theories and expectations, again. and I smile. I chuckle. I laugh. my palette is just as emphatic. yes, things change. and kids grow up. lately I've felt like my life paused its hectic course. momsterhood is now almost recreational. I do not roll out of bed every morning and spend my day working out the kinks of my life. I start noticing things. clouds throw dapples of shadow over the busy streets framing babies wearing tiny hats with perfectness. solitude is not as precious a commodity, but it also comes bearing the resonance of meditation.
Reader Comments (10)
How crazy. FOUR. I simply can't imagine, but I know I'll be calling you often when my son hits that age... by then, your boys will be EIGHT. Now that's something to knock your socks off! :)