Good morning and happy July! June was a too-busy month for me, and I’m grateful for a slower pace for at least the next few weeks. Both of my sons are out of school for the summer, and they’ll be at home with me (partly because I think it’s good for them to have space to just play and I feel exceedingly lucky that our family is privileged enough to be able to make that work, and partly because who the hell can afford day camps in NYC). I feel...mostly okay with this! This past year they were both in school at least part-time, and so I had most weekday mornings free. I wound up tumbling into a sort of writing life, or at least feeling around the edges of it, picking it up and considering it. It felt really good. And now it’s summer and I have two months where that’s just not happening. What’s funny is that I expected to feel resentful about it. In some moments I do, but only in the moments where I’m putting pressure on myself to produce ~*content*~. I’m sure that by September I will be very happy to see them off to school again, but motherhood is good for me.
That brings back memories of when my boys were younger. Have you read Lisa Marchiano’s (from the This Jungian Life podcast) book on Motherhood?
That brings back memories of when my boys were younger. Have you read Lisa Marchiano’s (from the This Jungian Life podcast) book on Motherhood?