Waiting for the winds of inspiration to blow into my motherhood filled mind feels like an endless wait. Needing a space, a moment to breathe, to rest, to let thoughts flow beyond diapers and dishes. When that rare moment does come the dilemma of deciding between writing, reading, that laundry pile, sleeping, cleaning a bathroom, answering a text, cooking some food or maybe even eating and often a cry disrupts the attempt to even decide which to choose. Even now a stuffy nose that needed to be sucked to let a baby sleep peacefully has made it so that now words are typed one handed while the other cradles the frame of a small human with heart and breath and soul. Motherhood is such a paradox of mundane miracles. But my shoulder hurts now from this attempt to do two things at once and so goodnight.
Reforming Joy 