And one night after that, she’ll sleepily ask you, right after being tucked in, “hey, I have a question. What sort of baby was I?” and she will chuckle and commiserate with you at all the right times as you recount all the painful details of how difficult and overwhelming life was for two parental newbies who had a colicky infant and a one-bedroom loft with no internal walls.
Tonight was a moment I didn’t even know I had needed, for closure of a sort. Thanks for that, Zoe. You’re the best. 🥰💕
I’d love to go back in time 11+ years and tell first-time parent Abby:
One day, she’ll stop crying so damned much.
One day after that, she’ll start communicating her needs more clearly (IN WORDS!).
One day after that, you’ll realize the delights of being her parent have started outweighing the efforts of caring for her.
One day after that, you’ll marvel at the unique, kind, and completely fascinating person she’s becoming.
So many years later* and I still get excited for y’all that it’s almost #RailsConf time!
I’m reliving some nostalgic memories now and hoping that all of this year’s attendees have a fantastic experience. 🥰💕
* My last in-person RailsConf was 2019… a vivid melange of people, swag, and so much delicious food. 🤩
Y’all. It’s not the only reason, but… I can’t feel totally comfortable with Mastodon when literally no one here is freaking out with me that #SpellingBee is down and maybe totally GONE?!?
Unless I’m not using the right hashtag?
My main takeaway from #Shrinking — fitting for my current status as a middle-aged mom — is this:
Do I want to take up rock tumbling???
We come to that time again — the night before a big trip — when I ask myself:
What am I forgetting to pack?