I loved becoming a mom at age 33. I cherished the early days with my daughter. We bonded and explored and crawled and laughed and cried together…
Looking back, I don’t actually remember what my room looked like for two reasons. First, the property was so gorgeous there was no reason to be inside while awake. Second, the sleep I enjoyed there was so long and immersive that I was wholly unconcerned with what treasures awaited me in the mini-fridge or what was on TV. I woke the following late morning to the joyous realization that I’d slept 10 hours, had awakened naturally with no baby monitor, and I had nothing to do. I threw open the window sash and literally gasped like someone overacting in a travel commercial: the lake and mountains glittered like a postcard…
The sleep and sunshine had melted my resentment, conquered my hopelessness, reclaimed my sense of agency. I’d caught a glimpse of my future self and realized this postpartum season was more fleeting and also precious than I’d realized…
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