The Gnome at three months
From my journal, Friday, May 25, 2012 — Another week nearly gone. On my lap, a three-month-old baby — sleeping now with his head against my chest. How is it that so much time has passed already?
Except as it always does — day by day by day.
At two months
Sometimes I catch my mind rushing ahead to whatever is supposed to happen next and next and next.
So I stop my mind and place it in the moment — and then the moment seems to pass so painfully, painfully slowly.
But isn’t such mindfulness the secret to finding more time in the day — more time in my life — more time with the children, who are growing so quickly, quickly?
At one month
Why the pain in slowing down — why the boredom, the malaise?
If I’ve found the secret to having more time with my loved ones — why do I resist?
One week old, just after Rousseau's arrival
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Exactly — that’s the question. I seem to crave the distractions.
That first picture, I was just thinking: How did The Gnome get so big already? And I have a 1-year-old and a (sob) almost 5-year-old. But here I am reading blogs instead of gazing at their faces…
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