How Parenthood Upends Perspective

“It’s hard to live at the pace of time,” Tommy likes to say. He usually reminds me of this when I’m restless for the future or when I’m bemoaning a change that forces something I love into the past tense. Jack is an entire year old today. Twelve months—gone, vanished, like dandelion seeds in the wind. No longer an infant. Past tense. It’s hard to live at the pace of time.  When he was a couple weeks old, squawking at me through the night, I longed for him to be a few months older so I could get some sleep. Now I ache for the tiny baby that would fall asleep on my chest every morning around 4 o’clock. It’s hard to live at the pace of time. Hard to be content where we are. Oh, but I’m trying. There are few guarantees in life, the surest one being that it’ll someday end. In my youth, I blithely assumed I would eventually become a mother. It seemed so obvious. I can still picture the look on Tommy’s face when I told him I wanted eight kids. We were seventeen, sitting on the bleachers at our high school, rattling off plans […]

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