"Mama, I believe what you believe," the Kid told me earnestly, as I stepped over to give him one last hug before lights-out. "About what, bub?" "About everything," he answered, without hesitation. I said, "Thank you" and kissed him and pulled the door closed behind me. And then I leaned against the wall for a minute. Holy shit. It felt like the first time I ever appeared in court. Like, "When did I get responsible enough for this?" And then, the accompanying and worse thought, "...
It is Friday night. The baby is asleep after a full day of walks around the neighborhood and exploratory play. My husband and I have eaten dinner and had much-anticipated sex. The needs of each person in the household have been met. The baby is now five months old, and I am finally feeling less invisible than when she was just born. It’s as if the development of her personality and the accumulation of a few big milestones have given me back some of my own weight as a person. I was wi...
"The house is quiet after my daughters leave. I watch two magpies build a nest out our living room window. The male and female take turns flying away and returning with a single twig to tuck into their home. They’ve been at it for weeks. Driven by instinct and survival, they just keep building the nest as strong and warm and secure as they possibly can, tucked deep into the high branches of a blue spruce. They see the raccoons and hawks and me. They build it anyway."