Freedom: What is freedom to you? How do you celebrate freedom in your daily life?
These days, I get my freedom in bits and pieces.
Some days it’s five minutes to run to the bathroom here. A 30 minute naptime to do some yoga and a few things around the house. Play furiously for two hours with some eating and diaper changing thrown in and repeat.
A snack eaten with one hand while seated on the floor. The other hand dangling a particularly rattle-y set of baby chew keys.
workout walk workout disguised as a walk. Because pushing 30+ pounds of baby + stroller has to count for something.
Other days it’s a 30 minute commute to listen to podcasts and be alone. It’s drinking tea without worrying about hot liquids around the baby. It’s wearing clothes I don’t have to feed a baby- or crawl around the floor- in. It’s wearing my hair blown-out and down, safely away from the magnetic hands that eagerly yank it out at every opportunity. It’s talking to adult humans about adult things instead of listening to those same podcasts that fill the silent house with adult voices and adult ideas.
And on still other days, it’s having another set of hands around the house. To take care of the baby. To take care of housework. To fill the house with an alive adult voice that isn’t recorded. That Knows Me.
Every day my freedom looks different. Until bedtime.
After bedtime? Endless freedom. Eating dinner like married adults who get to sit down at a table together. Catching up on the DVR. Sitting on the deck drinking wine and watching the sunset. Having dessert. Eating a second dessert. Getting everything ready for the next day. Until sleep beckons.