Dear Z, Around 3pm today, you sent me a text: “I’m pretty near the end of my rope.” A few hours later I arrived at home to find our living room rearranged – furniture pushed to the edges of our area rug – and you and J in the middle of it holding onto one another like shipwreck survivors in the middle of the sea. Our dog was acting in some ways like a shark, in some ways not. She…
Dear J, Until the moment I met you, I could not conceive of you existing, of occupying space separate from us. And the moment you arrived, when your head suddenly burst into the room, your face scrunched and ruddy, I lost my grasp for words. I tried calling your grandparents, to tell them to come up, but only tears and gasps were left to me. They listened, asked questions, but words did not come to me. It was enough of…
Dear Z, As we were driving home from Pittsburgh, less than an hour into the trip, another car swerved in front of us and forced me to change lanes to avoid hitting him. What I didn’t see was another car nearby, fit snugly into my blind spot. Not knowing he was there, I ran into him. Hearing the crunch, I swung our car back to the right and regained our original position. The damaged car switched lanes too, slowed down,…
Dear Z, This weekend, we took our little 4 and a half month old on his longest trip yet – more than six times longer than anything else he’s experienced. On top of the general, always-lingering dread of new parents, the night before had given us some pre-trip anxiety after our little man tossed, turned, and squawked for the entire 5-minute trip to the grocery store. And yet, perhaps the greatest plot twist yet in our newly tenured position, we…