Anna marked six months old this past weekend which got me thinking…
Six months ago I was getting to know my perfect daughter. I had just given birth to Anna at home; the proudest achievement of my life. The week after her birth was difficult; Anna and I had difficult, painful time learning to nurse together. I learned a lot from that week; I learned that no matter how much experience one has, sometimes one still needs to ask for help. I called in a lactation consultant and she was immensely helpful. So helpful, that she not only got Anna and I nursing successfully, but that I am now seriously contemplating how to make helping other mothers have a successful breastfeeding relationship be an important part of my life.
One year ago I was fourteen weeks pregnant, still reeling with nausea, but deeply happy to be pregnant with our third baby. That week I would feel the first flutters of movement from our daughter.
Two years ago I was full of angst as Jeff and I sought to decide whether or not we would be making a big move from Pasadena. Jeff had been offered jobs in Manhattan and the Bay Area and we were seriously contemplating each offer; going so far as to take a trip up North and look at real estate. While on that trip Jeff got a surprise call from the university where he now teaches; they wanted him to come in and interview for a position he had applied for six months previous. He got the job and the rest is history…we stayed right here in Pasadena.
Four years ago we had just finished remaking our backyard into an urban farm. I was watching my first crop of tomatoes grow like weeds. Thomas was delighting us so much that we were beginning to talk of when to try for a second child and a few months later I was pregnant with Theodore.
Eight yeas ago, I had just transferred into a new department at work. That job, is the job I am currently on leave from. I’ve had my ups and downs with passion for that job – even leaving it for three years to work in a different part of the company, but it is the first job in my life that I was ever truly great at. Making that move to the new job was one of the smartest decisions I ever made.
Sixteen years ago I had just graduated high school in Columbus, Nebraska. I was so excited for the independence of college far away in California that I had already packed up most of my bedroom. I would spend the summer doing a community theater production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. It was the last time I ever acted on stage.
Thirty-two years ago I was just about to turn two. I was living in Wisconsin – in the first house I had ever known, but that summer we would move to California; the first of many, many moves my family would make. Those moves shaped my personality and the course of my life.
Where were you six months, one year, two years, four years, eight years, sixteen years, and thirty-two years ago?