The most recent entry in this thing, on this thing, in this thing...what do you call the thing that is virtual, that lives neither here or there but everywhere? Anyway, the most recent entry or the last entry was dated almost 3 yrs ago. I think to myself, what keeps someone away from an old friend so long? Old friend, so much time seems to have passed and so many things changed.
Nights are a new thing around here, at least quiet ones. It seems that these days Bija can sleep for her hour or so after I put her to bed without waking. Soon she'll have hit the hour and some change mark and I'll be in our room comforting her as she stands up in her crib, pulling herself all wrapped up in her burrito bundle holding onto the rail of the crib. It's so sweetly pathetic that scene of my small one, crying out, not fully awake. All she knows is that it's dark and she woke up alone and I guess that's enough to make anyone cry.
Bija is almost a year old. Wow. The first year of parenthood has flown by. I can still remember going into labor like it was yesterday, although I forgot the pregnant body heaviness which is not a bad thing. The small little girl born at 9.46pm on a Friday night like tonight. I think, at least that was a Friday night I can't complain that I was doing anything.
Things are so hard right now. What can I say old friend. You've heard it so often from me that I'm wondering what is this all about, this need to apparently choose the hard path?
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