Now We Know

As Moms we have to do all of the hardest parts of the day, with limitations on life’s simple pleasures. Those joys once served as our speck on the horizon, propelling us forward, faster. These things were taken away, and we were left to lament how good we used to have it. As time wore on little epiphanies would emerge, a new perspective—maybe we should be seeing the forest for the trees. I am still here and you’re over there, instead of being angry about the space between us, we are just so darn happy to see each other. Never again, will we take for granted the sanctity of togetherness. 

Turns out, eating at a restaurant has very little to do with the food. Feed us raw kale or rice pudding, and we aren’t thinking about what’s on our plate. It’s about the ritual of sitting around a table, near those we love, safely distanced from strangers, while witnessing each other’s joy.

We were rushing through the motions. Some time ago, we became too busy to look up— to really witness the miracle of what it takes to get us all here. From where I’m standing, I can see your strength. I can see your hustle. This time apart has revealed more to my heart: we’ve always thought this was so much more than a workout, and now we don’t think, we know.  

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