A project

Suddenly half of a year has gone by. When I think back to that first month with Turo, I am surprised to find us in December. Those first few weeks were long and tough. We were moving and trying to figure out parenting. Turo was uprooted and trying to figure out us. Each day I just tried to get from one “event” to the next. At ten I was already thinking about lunch and at lunch I was thinking about nap and so on until bedtime. It didn’t help that Turo’s attention span was about two minutes long. Once we finally were settled in our house things got easier, but it took awhile to get into a daily groove. I like a schedule, I think it’s the teacher in me. Once fall hit, we enrolled in some classes, shopped the weekly farmer’s market and started going to the Y (got to love the onsite childcare). We developed a weekly routine. Plus, Turo has figured out how to play and can keep himself occupied for longer chunks of time. When you add in the shopping, errand running, meal preparing and housekeeping, the weeks have just whizzed by.

For a moment, I felt guilty I hadn’t done more in these past months. I could’ve unpacked more boxes, organized the closets, made homemade yogurt or written passionate letters to my representatives. But for me, these first six months were about Turo’s adjustment and figuring out this new realm of family and motherhood. Now, Turo seems used to us and I’m feeling comfortable in my role as his mother. I could easily maintain the status quo. But I need a little something else. Something that is mine outside of being a mother and wife. I’m not sure what this endeavor should be. The ideas are brewing. Hopefully, I can turn one of them into reality.

First week in the U.S.

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