We moved states this year, with our new jobs, houses, and the Montessori dear. The change was indeed constant. But it was the parenting that was truly penchant
Temperatures soared in the summer. Allergies and pain in the fall. We found new grocery stores. But the milk, eggs, and fruits we ate were the same
A new house meant new joy. And new fixings, that required cold money. Everything was what we wanted, Just none of the corners were rounded.
The toddle care routine un-wavered, as we cyclically fevered adult ambition, inertia, and fatigue, which remained meaningless to our son’s needs.
Weekdays were a respite, professional stress was easier to measure than playing with roads, planets, and coloring, which repeatedly ate up all our weekends.
I stacked new good habits, learned a few words, pushed a few ups, and downed a few squats. I read books, reflected, and yearned for improvement. The gains, albeit measurable, remained questionable.
The good days we had with nature, I am counting them gratefully. I know there is more good coming but that bit is never relentless.
Our is not a difficult life or a unique one. And we remain loved, under the sun. As this year ends, it feels like 2024 is on trend. Saving our tears for what remains, and not what lingers.
