Strollin

Life is so freaking domestic right now! But I’m happy.

I heard Laurie Santos talk about how many young parents experience life on two separate tracks- on one hand the minute by minute experience is kind of rough. Taking care of littles is demanding. On the other hand, it does give you satisfaction on a totally different level.

This window in my life is such a wild paradox, it’s hard to know how to even start talking about it. Living in survival mode has made it harder to stay creative, inspired, and present.

The hardest part of having three kids under three for me? It isn’t the lack of sleep, the rising costs of everything, or the fact that at all times, I’ve got to be changing somebody, feeding somebody, or holding and consoling somebody… it’s the Groundhog Day-ness of it all. The adventures, diversions, and breaks from the routines have all been a bit out of reach for the past few months, and if you know me, you know I feel the most alive around the unfamiliar.

But talking about it that way doesn’t seem to do justice to the fact that it’s also the sweetest season of my life and I’m continually astounded with how much of a distinct personality I see out of each child. I almost physically feel some invisible happiness meter start to surge whenever I’m reading books with Rhys, or simply holding Kai or Juniper against my shoulder.

I guess it’s simply a lot. And that’s kind of what’s beautiful about it.