Here’s my brief little a-ha of the week (and it’s woefully obvious, so be forewarned): the juggle I’m trying somehow to manage—that whole work-laundry-parenting-exercising-community serving-sleeping-married partnering—thing? It’s what I’ve done, with different specifics, my whole life.
It’s what we do, we humans.
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I had dinner with the director of Saskia’s preschool. She observed that Saskia is starting to move from the only-my-way world of toddler’s parallel play into the how-to-share-ideas odyssey of preschoolers’ cooperative play. That’s a development that serves everyone well, obviously.
We see her enjoying her time with her friends more and more.
She also seems determined to create her own personal sense of style. This is most amusing.
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I could regale you (pretty much, it’s what I do here) with tales about how each kid is taking on whatever balances at the moment, negotiating new things, both soaring and struggling. The whole sleep-is-very-important notion is often lost on the night owl teenager until just-before-seven-thirty when school starts and it’s kind of too late to focus his attentions upon sleep to our shared dismay.
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Nearly two years into this blog, I have started thinking about how many questions I’m interested in because some blogger has been grappling with them. Questions about adoption, questions about parenting with all kinds of particulars, questions about emerging into adulthood, or embracing spirituality in the everyday, or divorcing or how a kitchen is the center of home life.
I’m going to do some thinking—really so I feel better about how all over the map I go—about what some of my questions really are. And I guess, I’ll think about how I’m trying to answer them, too. That’s what we humans do, after all.
