In this moment, I’m rocking my baby.
(There’s laundry to do. What should I wash next? Will the bed clothes all be dry, or will they need another round in the dryer?)
Deep breath.
In this moment, I’m rocking my baby.
(What about tomorrow? Should we shop for the dishwasher in the morning or in the afternoon? Or maybe we should wait on buying a new dishwasher? It will be a big expense. Doing dishes by hand isn’t so bad.)
Deep breath.
In this moment, I’m rocking my baby.
(He’ll be one year old in just a few days. Should I have a party for him? Ugh, that would be a pain. But his sister’s so excited for a party. What food would I serve? Who would I invite? It would have to be in the afternoon, because we have the babysitter in the morning. Or maybe I should invite the babysitter?)
Deep breath
In this moment, I’m rocking my baby. I’m smelling my baby’s head. I’m feeling his sleeping body relaxed against my chest. I’m hearing his breath and feeling his back rise and fall.
In this moment, I’m rocking my baby.
Imperfect Happiness 