A message to Emily, my friend since 4th grade
So...
Things are so busy for me in mamaland that I barely get on the computer anymore. I spend a lot of my "free" time worrying over family stuff. I'm a budgeting maniac who daydreams about balancing the checkbook, and I am constantly cooking for or cleaning up after my men. I need to budget a little time for myself. A bath, a nap, a book. Something. My hands are aching to draw or write or create something for its own sake. I haven't done anything purely for myself since Sage was born. Mama is the easiest thing to overlook from the moment she brings the new life into the world. Possessing the industry and fortitude of the mama, however, I will get over it. Or work it out.
My mother-in-law bought me a Dremel, so maybe I will get back into art. Would you like a one-a-kind something-or-other for your house this holiday?
It means so much to me to hear from you, not only because you are one of my dearest friends forever. Your kind thoughts are a much needed reminder of the me that's just Vivian, and not "emamamamamamama," who needs to hurry and get her breasts out before the baby has an aneurysm. Not that I don't love it. I do. I'm sleep deprived and hungry and unmassaged but when my son's laugh wakes me up at 9 am everyday I am absolutely delighted. I love wiping the sweet potato and barley off his face after the trial of feeding him. I love dodging his walker in the kitchen when he seems to be trying to ram my ankles. I even love cheering him on when he poops his adorable little pants.
Having my son is the greatest gift I've received since life introduced me to my husband, but it sure is different from anything I've ever known. It's funny, though... while it seems like everyone we knew ducked into the dark as we delivered our baby, many of the true friends we'd lost touch with over the years came out of the woodwork. That of course includes you. Our social events, telephone calls, and e-mails, though fewer and farther between, are richer and more meaningful than ever before. Thank you. Thank you for being my friend despite the distance of space and time.
You will be getting a holiday picture.
Love,
Viv
Things are so busy for me in mamaland that I barely get on the computer anymore. I spend a lot of my "free" time worrying over family stuff. I'm a budgeting maniac who daydreams about balancing the checkbook, and I am constantly cooking for or cleaning up after my men. I need to budget a little time for myself. A bath, a nap, a book. Something. My hands are aching to draw or write or create something for its own sake. I haven't done anything purely for myself since Sage was born. Mama is the easiest thing to overlook from the moment she brings the new life into the world. Possessing the industry and fortitude of the mama, however, I will get over it. Or work it out.
My mother-in-law bought me a Dremel, so maybe I will get back into art. Would you like a one-a-kind something-or-other for your house this holiday?
It means so much to me to hear from you, not only because you are one of my dearest friends forever. Your kind thoughts are a much needed reminder of the me that's just Vivian, and not "emamamamamamama," who needs to hurry and get her breasts out before the baby has an aneurysm. Not that I don't love it. I do. I'm sleep deprived and hungry and unmassaged but when my son's laugh wakes me up at 9 am everyday I am absolutely delighted. I love wiping the sweet potato and barley off his face after the trial of feeding him. I love dodging his walker in the kitchen when he seems to be trying to ram my ankles. I even love cheering him on when he poops his adorable little pants.
Having my son is the greatest gift I've received since life introduced me to my husband, but it sure is different from anything I've ever known. It's funny, though... while it seems like everyone we knew ducked into the dark as we delivered our baby, many of the true friends we'd lost touch with over the years came out of the woodwork. That of course includes you. Our social events, telephone calls, and e-mails, though fewer and farther between, are richer and more meaningful than ever before. Thank you. Thank you for being my friend despite the distance of space and time.
You will be getting a holiday picture.
Love,
Viv