Day 26

What is your favorite part about yourself?

Ok, I’m sorry, I’m out — I was going to stick it out through the end of the month, but I can’t with these self-help prompts.

Instead, I would like to talk about Edith in the morning. I wish everyone could see what an adorably happy, fresh little daisy she is first thing in the morning. I put her in my bed while I lie there and marshal my resources for the early shift, and she prances around in her little sleep gown, giggling and cooing, now dropping into a sudden cuddle against my side, then launching back into a summersault with a peal of delighted glee. Her eyes sparkle, her skin is cream, she smells like sun-warmed grass. She is the very picture of youthful freshness and promise.

Meanwhile, I lie there like roadkill, more depleted every day. My sedentary and expanding body aches in ever more mysterious ways, I look like I was just dragged out of a grave, my skin itches, I can’t stop coughing, I stink.

People often talk about how having children really taps you in to the grand circle of life — they mean, like, the sadness of parents dying, the joy of children being born, it all continues, etc. But I have found it brings home a smaller, more immediately tangible circle of life: that your children actively suck the life out of you and feed off of it to grow stronger. She is flourishing and coming into her power as I watch myself decay. It’s ok, it is right and proper. I shall diminish and go into the west.


  1. I think you should join the prompt writing team next year.

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    1. Elizabeth says:

      31 days of prompts about Edith.

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  2. I just stumbled upon your blog here and I have a 22-month-old who is actively sucking the life out of me at the moment too and in a sick way, hearing that at least someone else is going through that same struggle made me feel better today. Last night he literally (and I wish I was exaggerating here but literally here means literally) woke up every hour. Then on our normal walk in the park, with the beautiful sun shining through the trees, he decided that walking was terrible and would only not scream if I held him while we walked. He’s off happily playing with a puzzle now and I am struggling to even hold my coffee cup because my arm hurts from carrying him so much lately.

    ” It’s ok, it is right and proper. I shall diminish and go into the west. ” indeed

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    1. Elizabeth says:

      EVERY HOUR??? My sympathies. Edith is finally sleeping through the night pretty consistently but I am trying not to get used to it because I understand these things come and go. I dread the regression.


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