Monday Morning Privileges

Gratitudes: Published on Mondays, always handwritten, a riff of my Sunday evening ritual. Play the audio to hear the gratitudes read aloud.

Note: The audio recording of my handwritten gratitudes was recorded by me, at home, in case my scrawl is hard to read. Thanks for being here and listening, AND just a note to say that when I share my gratitudes here, they will be from a week or two past (for practical purposes, mostly).

I brought the tea to bed. The sun rising tinted the sky dark shades of cotton candy, smudged smokey but bright, and I retreated to the bed nest. Monday morning privileges.

The weekend was quite relaxed and lovely, the kind of weekend that will fade into building block images, the details lost by next weekend. I’ll barely remember it. So it goes. Am I trying too hard to remember too much? I get these deep cravings - like right now, I want my kids near me, I want their bodies and warmth here in this bed with me. I worry I’m not paying close enough attention, that I miss them already, that this is the best it’s ever going to be and I don’t appreciate it enough. I’m not the only mother who wished she could stop time.