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About Me — Melissa Marietta
The recent winter solstice reminded me of the long commutes home with a baby and a toddler in tow. After spending hours at work, I entered the dark night and rushed to daycare.
As quickly as possible, I’d pack the kiddos like precious glass objects being shipped out in the mail.
First, it was the snowsuits, then boots, mittens, and coats, each adding inches to their circumference, complicating the effort of getting them into their car seats while they screamed and hit me.
A few deep breaths and some arm strength were required to carry all the things into the house.
From morning to night, I was on my toes all the time, with the exception of bed and story time, when I curled up in one of the kids’ beds hours later, a book on my chest and a sweet and sweaty small person wrapped around me.
At first, the parenting lifestyle was a rude awakening, including the sleepless nights, the amount of stuff I carried around, and the planning involved with leaving the house.
Over time, it became as normal as tying my shoes.
I could no longer recall what I did with your time before I had kids. Or maybe I did and I regretted not having accomplished more when I had…
