I realize I use this space to whine about some of the realities of motherhood. Today, I'm thinking about how tired I am, how I'm still not sleeping well, how I don't quite fit into my old clothes, and how postpartum hair loss is horrible, if not scary.
I think it throws friends when they ask me how I am doing and I launch into my grievances. I see the look on their faces. But that is what's going on, dear friends. Yes, I love my daughter, fiercely. Her smiles make me forget (for a while) some of the difficulties of motherhood. And life is richer, in ways I didn't understand before.
But I'm not one to sugarcoat things and some days I surprise myself with my ability to get out of bed, get dressed and pretend to be functional, maybe even mildly coherent. Today was not one of those days. I stayed at home in my pajamas while taking conference calls.
This post was about Thanksgiving in Colorado: There was snow and family. I didn't bring my work computer. I didn't think about human rights or the uphill battle we face. It was great. And, speaking of M's smiles, here's one that melts my heart.