After a day of motherly foibles and toddler chaos, the dinner table brings loose order. It slows the pace, offers nourishment of all kinds, and communicates, in tiny sequence, the important things.
Milk, Cuddle, Dance [bedroom]
The whole world should wake up dancing. Before coffee. Before showers. Before diaper changes. Before anything.
My Toddler Tis of Thee [independence]
Like everything else in life, I planned to pull myself up by the bootstraps and figure motherhood out by instinct. And I didn’t want to hear another word about it.
