Let’s pretend this is Tumblr and I can get away with an entire post being someone else’s content because it’s just the truest thing I’ve read in a long time.
Right now I’m living my slowest life possible (which is still busy by some standards but really relaxed compared to my ‘normal’ life), and I’m consuming lots o’ books. My current read is Love Warrior and I have no idea why it took me so long to pick this up because I love Glennon Doyle. Read her blog. Read her first book. Read ‘Love Warrior’.
I read the following passage and I was like ‘yep, she knows my heart and my head and writes it better than I ever could.’ On being a stay at home mom:
How was my day? It was a lifetime. It was the best of times and the worst of times. I was both lonely and never alone. I was simultaneously bored out of my skull and completely overwhelmed. I was saturated with touch – desperate to get the baby off of me and the second I put her down I yearned to smell her sweet skin again. This day required more than I’m physically and emotionally capable of, while requiring nothing from my brain. I had thoughts today, ideas, real things to say and no one to hear them.
I felt manic all day, alternating between love and fury. At least once an hour I looked at their faces and thought I might not survive the tenderness of my love for them. The next moment I was furious. I felt like a dormant volcano, steady on the outside but ready to explode and spew hot lava at any moment. And then I noticed that Amma’s foot doesn’t fit into her Onesie anymore, and I started to panic at the reminder that this will be over soon, that it’s fleeting – that this hardest time of my life is supposed to be the best time of my life. That this brutal time is also the most beautiful time. Am I enjoying it enough? Am I missing the best time of my life? Am I too tired to be properly in love? That fear and shame felt like adding a heavy, itchy blanket on top of all of the hard. But I’m not complaining, so please don’t try to fix it. I wouldn’t have my day or my life any other way I’m just saying – it’s a hell of a hard thing to explain – an entire day with lots of babies. It’s far too much and not even close to enough.
Such good stuff. And the rest of the book, which is a memoir, is awesome, too. Rainy days in Seattle are so much better with a good book in front of me.
I hope you’re having a great week! (Also, I could use some book recommendations, my library hold list is empty!)