I’m not sure if I’m more taken by the things I remember – silly rhymes, games, and songs, how to hold a baby, feed a baby, clothe a baby, bathe a baby) – or by the things I’ve forgotten – the back work, the constant attention demand, the scramble-brain, the triumph of lulling a baby to sleep and the ferocious defense of naptime.
We’ve had a great day, but…whew!
I’m thinking of a postcard I could write to my husband: “Having a wonderful time. Wish you were here.” That just about sums it up.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 313: 91 words, TOTAL = 51,117; 8,883 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.