Tuesday, April 01, 2008

April, fool.

The last three weeks have been like a wonderfully simple puzzle that I'm unable to put together. I see tiny snapshots of time, but I can't place them together to create a larger picture. Like this morning, when I was floating between awake and slumber, I heard birds singing outside our bedroom window. I have no idea what time it was, or whether I was supposed to be burping, changing or feeding, but the singing was beautiful and I was lucky enough to catch it. And moments ago, I found my abandoned coffee from this morning. I don't recall pouring it, adding milk or sugar, or even stirring, but there it was, waiting for me patiently seven hours later. This time vortex of motherhood has me living by the minute, and while the broader scope of the day/week/month is completely lost on me, I'm completely happy with these little chunks that will one day become memory.

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