My computer was most certainly in the shop. It's a bit better.
A few other elements of my daily life have been under inspection and repair lately as well. Like a puzzle, we are arranging Champ's weekend job, my new job (it's true!), our boys and the category of "everything else" into a scheme that works peacefully, smoothly for us. The picture isn't in focus just yet.
Life does continue on though, even in the midst of change (or especially because of it). Babies continue to grow and mine has even discovered his fists. He is delighted by his findings.
Ace is coming out of his infancy cocoon and drinking in all this winter white world around him. His amazement just adds to my own wonder of babies, their joy for all things. Even fists...
most especially fists for this 3 month old.
I am a hypocrite. I love change and transition when I am in control, when I invite it in to serve a selfish purpose. I grate against change when I must go along with things out of my control: I feel like poor 'ol Sterling trudging along at the end of a lead, ok with the walk but with her eyes focused on home.
Ace never sees it that way. His body and mind are going through enormous changes- daily- and all the while he's clearly in awe of what is occurring. I do not wish to be as overwhelmed with the world as he is, but I watch him wiggle and sway his little fists around
and remind myself that if nothing else, Life is a constant adjustment to newer destinations. If my wee son can handle it with glee, then surely I can peer into the future with hopeful expectations, even as I stubbornly keep one foot in the present moment.
Wish me luck.