every last one. You can call me whatever type of mother you want. But I call it survival friends.
And it's not all bad.
I've decided (after my 8 years of mothering) that the exhaustion and the pure rawness of motherhood is the constant vacillation-back and forth, up and down. I sit here now, with the window open to the cool morning air, the clip, clip, clipping of tiny feet run down my hill toward the school and happy cheery voices ring in the morning sun. But upstairs is a vomiting child, and in the kitchen is a mess, and on the rug is a son with pinching fingers and a vocabulary which seems to be limited to poop and knuckle head.
But the light is pretty and the cat is soft.
And I am making progress on Rosemary's queen quilt, which does teach me that by simple means great things are created.
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Wow. A quilt? Too impressive. Truly. I use bribery in all aspects of my life. That's what makes me a great seminary teacher, too. I believe in bribery.
Or, the more politically correct term: rewards.
This is my third attempt to comment--let's see if I can do it sans interruption! I'm with you on the constant vacillation and resulting exhaustion.
And bribes and simple things, too. If we didn't have the simple things like the soft cat and pretty light and moments to create, the vacillations could be overwhelming (more often).
I want to see the quilt when you are done. I'm working on a small table-top quilt for Christmas, and am finding myself longing to start a dozen other random projects. There is comfort in creation.
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