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Face-to-face, in passing

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sunsetToday was one of those days where Willa’s nap schedule didn’t lend itself to leaving the condo.

Truth be told, there are a lot of days like that. And I was already a homebody, before Willa came into our lives.

It makes the problem of loneliness, which I’ve written about before, even more challenging. Now that I’m a parent, it has become so much more important that I keep my spirits up.

So I work on it.

Today, it was almost four o’clock, and Willa was still snoozing.

Brady was crossing his legs, desperately needing a potty break.

The post office would close at five, and we were expecting a package.

I needed a few things from the merc.

And Willa needed to eat and be changed before we went anywhere.

So I woke her up. (I know—never wake a sleeping baby, right?)

Changed her, fed her, strapped her into the Ergo, leashed up the dog and headed outside.

We stopped at the clinic, and asked if flu shots were available (they are). Promising to return with Liesl, we continued on our way.

Just outside the merc, we ran into Malia, who cuts my hair. She hadn’t met Willa yet, and it was fun to show her off (particularly in her cute strawberry hat).

We bought celery, carrots, and an onion (I’m making chicken soup tomorrow). Oh, and Chunky Monkey.

strawberryThen we stopped for the mail, and picked up our package from the postmaster, who is always happy to see Willa.

By five o’clock, we were back home, with our groceries, the mail, a happier dog, information about flu shots—and a whole bunch of brief, face-to-face interactions.

Those interactions—and the beautiful sunset I noticed as I opened the door to the post office—brightened my day.

 

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2 thoughts on “Face-to-face, in passing

  1. Wow! It’s 2:51 p.m. on the East Coast of the same country, I’m sitting here in my pajamas, and I’ve been like this all day. I’ve caught up on my blog reader, swamped a lot of people’s Facebook pages (I have started going back and deleting at least a little), written my own blog post, and made two meals. Cleaned nothing. But it’s all about Lynne. We’re coming back after a tough week, and my time is all about the medication adjustments. We have to have this right so I can leave her with her own family for Christmas.

    And yes, I am SOOO lonely in this life! Thanks for reminding me that the rewards are just as great, no matter the size of the package.

    • Every time I post something (here or on FB) that hints at my loneliness, I feel ashamed—and that shame pushes me to write it anyway, because I know I’m not alone in my loneliness, and because I know there are structural, cultural reasons why so many of us are lonely, and because I know that speaking the truth of it breaks a bit of the loneliness, both for me and others. Oh, and I write it because Brene Brown says to…

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