This poem is by no means a reflection of my entire experience of parenting. My husband could give painful witness to just how frustrated I became by my little blessings tonight, scant hours after the golden moment the brought on this inspiration. However, the moments do happen every once in a while, and when they happen they should be celebrated. So, here is my celebration.
To float on damp air,
dancing light on laughter’s song,
popping with a squeal,
blowing bubbles together,
this is the exhale of joy.
In early 2011 my family moved our home, temporarily, from New Jersey to Milan, Italy. In the process I quit what had been my dream job conducting policy-directed social science research, to focus on my other dream job, raising our two young children. The three-year adventure was exciting, exhausting, disorienting, fulfilling, and countless other contradictions. It also birthed in me a desire to share my reflections on life's joys and challenges with anyone who cares to reflect with me. Now that we have returned to the US I'm finding that the new perspective I gained in Europe has come with me, and gives me a whole new way of interacting with my home. There's still so much to learn and share! I hope you'll share the journey, and add your own lessons to my daily education.