Hello and Happy 2016!
To channel my Catholic upbringing, Dear Reader please forgive me…it’s been a year and half since my last blog post. I guess you can say life just got in the way (of me journaling my life). Rather than serve me penance, I hope you will enjoy a new year of musings, ruminations and parental anecdotes both universally-relatable and specific to my journey as a Baba, that fun, uncharted gray-area between the identities of Mother and Father.
So, what’s new?
Well, O started pre-school, turned four (gaining access to the highly coveted “Big Climber” on the playground) and became a big brother in April! Baby sister and her preparation, incubation and integration was one big reason for this here blog’s derailment, but we love her anyway ;). Our lil’ meatloaf; the owlette. S is now 8 months old and growing like a well-fed farm girl, with a mouth filled with tiny chicklet teeth and big eyes that sparkle whenever her brother turns his attention her way. She is a true joy and the perfect coda to this family but more on her later.
A lot has changed, a lot has stayed the same. In the last year and half, I’ve learned a bit more about myself as a person and as a parent. I’ve learned a bit more about love and life; about patience and passion, about obligation and responsibility, about creativity and ambition. Not a whole lot, mind you, just a skosh. But enough to make me feel like I’m moving forward, however slowly, and isn’t that all anyone can ever hope for?
It’s a new year, a new outlook and a new goal: to get back into capturing the every-day moments, trials and tribulations and mid-life reflections that come with living the so-called American Dream. Only this is one where my kids have two moms – but one doesn’t go by “Mom”, she goes by this completely new and different label and thus as “Baba” has become sort of a one-named, singular identity/familiar mascot like Oprah, Madonna…or Big Bird.
So stay tuned and here’s to a new year, a new collection of shared stories and wishes of health and happiness to all…