“Hope you don’t feel like I think you’re doing nothing. You’re doing important work.”
Exactly what I needed to hear today.
I find myself with conscious gratitude surfacing more and more as bed rest continues. Is it the slowing down that allows room for it to grow? Is it the perspective shift front and center bringing gratitude into focus more clearly?
I’m grateful for mother daughter strawberry picnics on blankets with airplanes flying overhead.
I’m thankful for an over-extended partner extending himself even further to keep us all going, garden included.
I’m grateful for our small village who wash dishes or do “splash splash” (bath time) or just sit and talk politics and nonsense with me.
I’m grateful for fresh muffins made while I sleep in and for the financial ability to stomach a pretty decent property tax hike.
I’m grateful for “smoo” (smooth) and “buhpee” (bumpy) pebbles, and the daughter that carries them to my pillow and blanket fort to tell me about them.
And I’m grateful that for another day, our little Blueberry is still growing safe and sound in my belly.
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Aw, such a great post! ‘Smoo’ and ‘buhpee’ made me smile all over. Enjoy these precious moments. Never mind the garden duties. There will be plenty of time for that soon. Be well…and happy resting!
Thanks! I mostly mind the extra work he has since he has all he does, plus my chores and such on top of it. And the whole sitting still…but it’s the best way to care for myself, this baby, and my other two loves so I do what needs to be done.
Take care of yourself. Chores will get done, or they won’t. Baby, daughter, daddy–that’s all that matters.
Thank you. It really is.
I realized last night that I left mama out of the mix of the “all that matters”–we mamas are important, so important, and sometimes, we forget that.
I felt it anyway 🙂
Rest and be well. I hope the rest of the pregnancy goes smoothly. 🙂
Thank you!
Nothing like a good garden when you are home with babies – for sitting beside and working in and eating from – wonderful c
There’s so much grounding I find I need as a mother and I don’t find it anywhere the same way I find it through sweat and dirt and little voices excited by peas and tomatoes and worms.
My grandmother advised me to get my hands into the dirt every day, when i was raising all my children. At home alone with them all day which I loved being by the way. So every day every if it was to bend and pull out a weed as i walked down the path with a baby on my hip. She was right. Have a good one. c