I have been writing. The problem with the circumstances of my writing as of late is that I write in my head and only at times that I can't transfer my thoughts to paper or computer or iPad or any tangible place. I write driving in the car, I write in the shower, I write while cuddling Ms. D to sleep or to nap. Most often I write in my head while cuddling my littlest baby. She inspires me, just as her brother and sister do, but in a different she is my last baby kind of way. I am drinking in toddlerhood, recognizing the things I discounted or glossed over with my older children...noticing the wonder that is a two-year-old and all the discoveries that age entails.
At the same time I see my older children becoming increasingly independent beings. I'm told that is what parenting is about...teaching children to grow and learn and leave you. That's the part of parenting no one really tells you when you're thinking about being parents or even when you're growing a baby. You just don't think about it that your job as a parent is to teach your kids to not need you.
It becomes increasingly difficult to navigate parenthood as your children become more themselves. There are emotions, attitudes, personalities etc, etc, etc. It is both exciting and terrifying.
I'm inspired to write every moment of the day...but mostly not when I can actually write it.