The title of this post would imply that I had some advice to give. Some anecdotal evidence. Some funny stories, perhaps.
None of that is true, sadly.
The fact of the matter is this: On Friday I am flying to Melbourne. With a baby. On my own. No problem, you might think. Yeah, I thought that too. But then I thought about it a little harder and, well, there’s the confined space, and the scrutiny of public parenting in a confined space, and the prams and travel cots and bags of crap I have to somehow carry to and from this confined space. All while carting around a baby on my hip who has decided she is her own independent woman, thank you very much.
I have decided to call upon my wickedly kind and savvy circle of red tent women to hail down advice on me like they mean it. I have learned, in my life, to be the first to put my hand up and admit I need a little helping. So, lovies, hit me. Whose flown with babies? What do I need to bring? Stacks of toys? Some kind of sucking apparatus for take off? Valium?
Tell me tell me tell me.
In unrelated news, we haven’t transitioned well into real life from our recent trip away, and though I take great measures to ensure I stay cool, calm and collected around my very small child, I have been anything but. We just have to try again tomorrow, don’t we? We just have to call it a day and vow to work a little harder to keep our shit together, right?
Right now (I love that term…it stops the whirring that flings itself around the inside of my head and plants me right here, where I am), right now, I am doing the only thing I know which feeds me the most and keeps me from tipping over the edge. Writing. Right now, I am wearing my green yoga pants, a pair of slippers and the glasses I convince myself make me look intelligent, well-read even, but which I actually hate to wear. Right now, Ella is asleep, and although I crave the time away from her, I miss her when she’s down. Mental. It’s just mental. Right now, I wish I could pull you all through the computer screen and onto my couch, so we can sip tea and swap stories. To those women who meet me here, in this tent, whom I’ve never met but whom I’ve come to know, I cherish you. And those of you I know and love already, I cherish you, too. You have all given me a place to come. When I’m not feeling so good. So calm. So together. I sit down here and I write to you and it makes me so very happy. I read your comments and I feel part of something special. You give me breathing space, a community to belong to, a place that is all mine. All ours. Right now, I’m feeling a whole lot of grateful. Right now, the toys under my feet and the piles of washing don’t seem so bad. Right now, the madness of managing three lives, a house, a business, and my own happiness seems doable. Right now, I am writing, and all is well.
So there you have it, a random post with a lot of nothing-but-somethings.
What’s feeding you this week? What are you reading? Listening to? Loving?
Me? I’m reading The Rules Of Inheritance by Claire Bidwell Smith.
I’m listening to James Vincent McMorrow. Can’t get enough. Especially this song.
I’m loving this quote:
“Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed.”
My word I love that woman.
Random. Sorry. Random today.
And if I see you before Friday morning, don’t forget to slip a airplane valium into my purse. I’ll love you forever.