Three photo shoots in Connecticut this weekend. My longest stretch away from the kids
for work. It feels so good to be
home.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
The walls are thin
Sometimes it feels there is no boundary between her skin and
mine. Overlapping like water over
sand. I felt it deep in today’s early
morning wake-up, which shuffled my feet from our dark room to hers. Head plunged into her hair, damp
pillow, like I never left my own bed.
Thin difference. Sometimes
none. Perhaps this is why
parenting her can feel so hard. I
feel my own faults, fears, hopes, power, right below the surface. Is it hers, or mine? She breathes in as I breathe out. Like the cord was never cut.
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