This was summer. We mourn for you summer. We mourn.
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A few from lately. This is Malia and Baxter. Not the best quality but it’s a moment! Who says toddlers don’t play?
Tom didn’t write last night. He didn’t feel it - fair enough, when you do it all day sometimes it’s hard to get the flow. I get it.
Baxter swept the entire house with a broom he repeatedly dunked in his full bath tonight. He had no clothes on. He took it seriously. I’m sure he shivered.
I’ve had some interesting conversations with friends without children over the past few days. There’s a few waiting for the right time to come down this road, a few wondering why we went down the road, and others just asking how we got to this stage of life so darn quickly.
I’ll admit now my cries of “just do it! It’s so easy,” are a little off the mark, but not by much my friends, not by much.
I suppose starting with a supportive partner and a supportive family makes a big difference, but the main reason I call this Baxter-rearing easy is because all the nappy changing and the food preparing and the bathing and the nights in and the running round supermarkets after a screaming toddler, are motivated by a love so much more powerful than any other incentive I can think of. It’s easy because because putting this much in to something this big and meaningful is a pleasure.
Having a child has made me far less scared about growing old because it means I get to watch Baxter grow up with me. It’s made me care a whole lot less about my image because I know there’s more to life than what strangers think of you. It’s made me love my friends and all their faults because that’s who they are and I’m learning to accept that. It’s made me think about who I am and how I act and what I do a whole lot more.
I don’t regret that we started his life with very little in the way of security. We don’t own a house, we are just starting out in our careers, our money situation isn’t fantastic. In the past I was of the mind that you needed a house and a station wagon and a reasonable income to have a baby. You don’t. You need love and support and to be a person willing to grow and change. Hell, you don’t even need that last bit, I’m sure it just comes.
So yeah, we went down this road because we wound up on it and we couldn’t face the other. And yes, it makes us all seem like we are growing up. We are. And no, it’s not hard, it wasn’t a mistake, and you do not need to own a station wagon.
Still haven’t purchased hard drive. Excuse photo both pic!
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