snapshots: a photograph (or several) and an isolated observation (or several) about the past week (or so)
It was the little things.
I started noticing the way Aliza says good morning to every single person in the grocery store.
How she asks to see people by name, Asho an Bitney? Dawn an Juweya? Tetya Kewie?
How she goes off to play on her own at playdates when just a few months ago she clung to me and burst into tears if I so much as went to the bathroom without her.
I noticed things in myself, feeling like an hour or two to myself wasn’t enough anymore to re-charge and to be fully present for her all day. I was losing my temper, losing my sense of self, not being the best parent I could be.
She started “school” last week.
Wish us luck on the journey.