i am still here
kinda, mostly, through it all
i am still here writing brilliant things in my mind while scrubbing egg off pyrex gently coaxing acrylic paint of my child’s shirt and shorts deep cleaning the bathroom ahead of potty training i am still here reflecting on parenthood while folding a small tower of toddler shirts digging out this summer’s water clothes of the closet finally ditching the stroller on most of our outings i am still here noticing my baby become more of a kid while navigating a week of potty training realizing what travel potty would be better for us schlepping bags filled with library books to the car i am still here grieving so much from all sides while planning events at school turning pages of a picture book in between bites of breakfast dancing like a dinosaur before bedtime i am still here trying to keep a part of myself alive by passing out food to my neighbors every week reading game changer after a long day of parenting listening to podcast while making dinner i am still here full drained tired trying grieving existing (mostly)

