I’d say this is my most important goal here (both to myself and as the most heavily cheered), and one I’ll continue to the best of my abilities for as long as I’m alive.
When I first came to 43Things, this was one of the very first things I listed, and this was one of my first entries. Isak was a tiny baby and I was finding my footing as a new mom, but I’m still behind everything I wrote back then, which now goes for Iris too.
So much has happened since those early days – I’ve learned so much, made lots of mistakes along the way (and probably been too hard on myself for them), we’ve all grown and had adventures, accomplishments, scares, scars, celebrations, hysterical laughter, exquisite messes, and the odd tantrum.
We’re trying to load up on unconditional love, diverse experiences, open communication, stories, games, knowledge, creativity, and lots of unstructured play, as well as the discipline, stability, safety etc. needed for a good balance.
We’ve juggled our constantly changing family dynamics and I’ve had my heart expand in ways I didn’t think were possible. Life is a daily adventure and it’s lovely seeing things through their eyes, sharing things they don’t know (and vise versa), and being fortunate enough to be so involved in their lives.
The kids have grown up on this site, and it feels like it’s gone so fast. Isak has gone from a wee infant to a truly wonderful, warmhearted, creative young man. I feel blessed that at 9 he’s still so affectionate and keen on talking and doing things together.
Iris was just a dream on a tricky and sometimes devastating road that ran straight through 43Things the whole way. She was a deep hope that finally sparked a positive test that grew into shared ultrasounds and being welcomed into the world. Now she’s three and fearless – running around in pigtails; full of laughter and fire. I’m glad to have shared this part of our lives here.
Thanks to those of you who shared sage advice (or just listened) and sent such gloriously random things (postcards, books, games, distant treats, handmade bits and bobs) that have expanded their horizons, fueled their imaginations.
I can’t express how badly I want to raise happy, healthy, productive, compassionate, wonderful people with shiny moral compasses. I hope when I’m gone (hopefully a long, long time from now) they’ll remember me as a good mom that helped to fuel happy, loving childhoods. I love them both so much it hurts.
Such a difficult and gorgeous adventure, parenthood. I love it from the bottom of my disheveled but constantly overflowing heart.