And then came my first (okay, only) big break into the national magazine market. Crazy, but - it was an article I wrote for a writing magazine about finally buying the thick writer's rims, called A New View. I loved those glasses.
The first time my daughter broke them, I didn't think much of it. Sported some duct tape for a few weeks and then got them fixed. Two days ago, she pulled them apart for a second time. I can't help but see the metaphor. I haven't written or submitted one thing since she's been born. And worse: up until a few weeks ago, I haven't wanted to. In the new world of first steps, hugs and bubble baths, writing about the benefits of eating bananas couldn't hold a candle. I couldn't have cared less.
Because when those glasses broke this time, I felt something other than exasperation. I felt sad. I miss the solitude of writing, and I miss being something other than 'mom'.
So back to writing, it is. Back to me. It may no longer be a new view, but after a year of parenting, it IS a different one. A fuller, more informed (albeit, more tired!) and experienced one.