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A friend at the end of the world

My mom came over the other night and kept me company while I nursed, burped, changed, fed, soothed, patted the little guy. She brought a movie from the library called Seeking a Friend For the End of the World that looked plain but for a few big stars. We popped it in and took a watch, and it was anice little movie. Nothing crazy dazzling or Oscar-worthy, but it was moving and quirky and charming and best of all, made me reflect on things amidst the hazy, sleepy sweet days of early babyhood.

The premise is that the world is ending in 3 weeks when as astroid will hit the Earth. There’s no stopping it. Steve Carrell’s character’s wife has left him and he decides to seek out a girl he loved in high school. His neighbour, played by Keira Knightly, goes along to help him and they find adventure along the way, as well as some happiness before their time is up.

seeking a friend for the end of the world

You always hear people say things like “make each moment count” and “live each day as if it were your last” and I can’t really do that. It’s not in my nature – I like to plan ahead too much – and this movie kind of shows that maybe it’s not so realistic to truly act as if it could be your last moment. If the world really were ending I think it’s fair to assume some folks would loot and steal and not think twice. Things would kind of fall apart as people stopping doing their jobs, food would be scarce, and so on.

I guess the takeaway is that even if it’s not your last moment, you can still try to make it an enjoyable moment. Do things you love. Take that vacation you’ve always wanted instead of socking money away for a rainy day.

Stay up to watch the sunrise. Don’t freak out about dirt dishes piling up on the counter. Be with the people you love, make memorable moments raising a happy family, and treasure them.

So I’m trying to carve out a bit of time for myself to write and think. I’m enjoying each little baby cuddle even if it comes after a 3am wakeup. I’m trying to get outside in the fresh air and feel the sunshine on my face.

A More Meaningful Mother’s Day

It’s my first Mother’s day as a mother today. It’s surreal almost – I have a six week old son and I am a mom! I’ve been reflecting on this today and thinking about how it’s changed my life.

I’m still the same me, really. I still like to cook, to write, and even though I’m taking some time off to enjoy these first few months full time, I’m also looking ahead to going back to work on the web. So I’d say I’m the same person, but my life has expanded to include this little fellow. We’re learning all about each other – I’m teaching him about the world and he’s teaching me how to be a mom.

sleeping baby six weeks old

I feel things more intensely now: happier when he lets out a little squeal, sadder when he cries at night, more paranoid when the guy combing through a dumpster approaches me to peer in the stroller. I’m also incredibly proud of my baby – I can only imagine how the range of emotions will increase as he grows into a little boy and then a man.

baby looking at toys

One of the other things I have noticed is an even bigger appreciation for my own mom. I know her even better now, all that she went through raising me from a little lump of a baby to the person I am today. Last week we parked ourselves on the couch while I tended to feeding my little guy, she took care of feeding me, making a huge healthy salad and bringing movies to entertain us as we passed the baby back and forth.

mothers day baby

mothers day baby

It never ends, she said, smiling, and I can understand that now: the love and worry and joy, all the ups and downs of parenthood last even as your kids become adults and start having their own kids. It’s not easy, but it is fulfilling in a way that I never realized or truly imagined. It changes me and it changes everything.

Happy Mother’s day to all of the mamas out there – especially mine!

The more things change

There have been a lot of changes around here lately. I was expecting it and yet I’m still in awe of how different I feel. My life remains the same, mostly, but time is flying by as I learn about how to feed, burp, change, and worry. I’m becoming a parent and it’s changing my outlook on life, ever so slightly, forever.

This stage of life is all I ever wanted and more. I’m trying so hard to enjoy the stolen moments: the shape of my baby’s downy head against my arm during a midnight feeding, watching him gaze up intently and adoringly at his dad, and hearing the little squeaks of happiness he’s starting to make.

And my friends: I have lots of great, strong women that I’m lucky enough to call my friends who are going through these same ups and downs now. We used to get together for cocktails, gossiping about boys, catching up on work stories, shopping for clothes. Now we happily chit chat about first smiles, sleeping through the night, and our big picture dreams for our children. I’m thankful my friends are there to reassure me and share advice while I’m in a sleep-deprived haze in these first few weeks.

I went for a walk this evening around my neighbourhood, the same walk I’ve done hundreds of times, Herman trotting by my side, and while I feel like the same person, taking step after step in last year’s shoes, I’m different. I’m mindful of the bumps in the sidewalk now as I guide my stroller across each one. I stop to adjust the sun hood and gaze for a moment at the trusting, curious look on my son’s face. It’s spring and I’m more aware than ever of new beginnings, the fresh air, the grass getting greener and plusher by the hour, and the trees starting to fill out with buds.

Ottawa spring time

Ottawa spring time

I can’t stop the change, and I’m welcoming it. I just hope I can enjoy the todays, hour by hour, before they zoom past.