Okaaayyy, that last post riled one or one of you. And, to the one, I'm so sorry for your losses and frustrations. Truly. I have been incredibly lucky to have been able to bring two fantastic, thriving, loving little people into the world. I am thankful for my good fortune everyday. I may not express it here, necessarily, but I do feel it. And my children know it, too. I (often) hug them and murmur sweet nothings in their small, seashell ears and kiss every inch of pale, smooth skin when they let me.
I didn't mean that last line (Jealous?) to be flippant. I meant it to be funny.
Mothering is this huge, fluid, amazing, heartwarming/wrenching, aggravating thing. And sometimes it siphons the living soul right out of you. When it does, you just have to laugh and make fun of it. Or cry. Or both.
But, yeah. I can't make this blog only about how honey-warm-and-sweet parenting is, because a lot of it sucks. It's the truth. Doesn't mean I'm not grateful.
And now I'll stop with the defensive bit.
In other news,
• It's Delurker Day. If you read All Adither, if it ever amuses you enough to turn up the corners of your mouth or annoys you enough to grunt at the screen, please comment. I would love to know you're out there. It keeps me inspired.
• I saw a man this morning, a Real Change vendor, crushing a cracker into the pavement with his shoe while a pigeon waited patiently nearby. When the man was done, the pigeon pecked away at the crumbles. It was so sweet.
• We're all thinking about Haiti today. About the poorest of poor nations with an unstable government, shoddy infrastructure and suffering people. If you'd like to donate and haven't decided where you'll give yet, consider Doctors Without Borders and Partners in Health. Both are highly-rated organizations with strong histories in helping humanity.
• I recently sold something on ebay so I could afford to buy another lens for my Rebel. (And, oh God, how absurd does this sound considering the previous bulleted item?) The woman who bought this something, one of the only semi-valuable somethings I actually owned, has struck up a friendship of sorts with me, emailing me about her life, her husband, her sons. She ends each email with a question, drawing me further into the dialogue. Not in a stalkerish way at all. Just in a, you are human and you seem friendly way.
One of the joys of life is connection, yes? Is knowing there are so many good people out there.