Friday, December 11, 2015
hello there, friend,
i thought of you yesterday and your sleepless nights, knowing how important sleep is to your role as a mother and wife, not to mention an employee, how taxing it can be, how it makes you feel so raw and vulnerable. i know it's hard to believe, but i barely remember those sleepless nights. i have dim memories of nursing infant twins all night long, waking in an armchair, wondering which one was sleeping on my chest. for me, those early years are in a haze all their own.
last night my son got dressed up for the first time i can remember (jeans and a collared shirt!) for his band concert. as a seventh grader he is no longer a beginning trumpet player, but an intermediate one. to watch him play, to see this rag-tag group of middle schoolers come together filled me with such joy. watching our children take pride in something that they've worked hard to achieve is one of life's great pleasures. and what they say about days versus years is so very true.