A Mother’s Journal: The First Six Months

I’m a self-proclaimed turtle. Slow-mo New Mexico. There’s no such thing as a fast-paced New Mexican. A unicorn. A chupacabra. They just don’t exist (well maybe the chupacabra). So you can imagine what a change becoming a mom has been to my laid-back nature. It’s lit a fire directly below my posterior, propelling me into race-mode all day long—changing diapers, bathing the baby, dressing said baby, heating bottles for said baby, cleaning and sterilizing bottles, playing with baby, creating a toy circuit for baby (because baby gets bored…I had no idea), and now making baby food because baby is officially six months old.

July 31, 2015September 3, 2015

Song of the Week: “Mother” by Vashti Bunyan

When you were a little girl, did you ever spy on your mother? I have a few distinct memories, glimpses of my mom through a crack in the door as she put on her makeup. Sometimes she would have music playing and she’d be singing, thinking no one was nearby to hear.