|Illustration by Alessandro Gottardo|
I've never been very good at goodbyes. I have sobbed hugely and embarrassingly in busy airports more times than anyone would probably like to admit to. Goodbyes are among the hardest parts of having so many homes strewn across the globe. Today was an especially hard goodbye.
Having my mom here during the last days of my pregnancy and for the first few weeks of Sprout's life was at first a riot, then essential, and finally a pleasure. Spending this intimate time with my family: watching their joy, leaning on them when I was exhausted, and being reassured that "this is normal" every time something didn't look quite right... it was amazing and I'm so grateful for it.
And now we find our feet as a threesome.
Wish us luck, larks!
Always, but especially now that I've gone through it, birth stories make me cry.
Why did no one warn me about the gripping hypochondriacness-slash-anxiety that accompanies motherhood?!
Something to do with all the pretty tins I can't bear to throw away
Because it's better to light a candle than to curse the darkness
I always loved playing this game with littles that I babysat