I had a Grandma day yesterday. I’m getting bolder on my own – took Fiona out walking, out in the car to visit her mama, to Auntie T’s workplace (the piano shop). Changing a blowout diaper in the store restroom was a challenge, but I’ll improve. We stopped by an arepas restaurant, and went to Auntie T’s house for lunch, a tiring but satisfying day. I’m feeling more prepared for my full week stretches coming up. Fiona was a champ, so playful and smiley (and squawky!) whenever she was awake.
Even so, I think my favorite part of the day was sitting alone with her in Nellie and Mike’s living room during naptime. A deep silence was interrupted oh-so-gently by the tiny rhythmic “whsh-s” of a baby’s sleeping breaths. Nothing is so quiet as that quiet, quiet enough to hear – whsh-whsh-whsh – a barely audible measuring of time, a meditative Buddhist mantra, a just being, here, now, in this moment.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 180: 158 words, TOTAL = 29,486; 30,514 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families.