Back in the 1900’s.

I remember when this photo was taken. Bridget was our babysitter and she was a photography major. She asked if we’d pose. I was pretty darn pregnant with Max, Reed had just turned one, Davis had just turned three.

It was a crazy time. I’d started my business. Andrew was traveling all the time for business – he was gone Monday through Friday most weeks. Life was wonderful and exhausting and frustrating and challenging.

And this series of photos captured exactly what I would have wanted to remember; though I had no idea at the time. Those little boys were the joy of every day.

But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t challenging. Or lonely. Or hard.

It was.




And today, when I was perusing my Twitter stream, I saw the love and support between and among some young mothers. I felt the warmth, the reassurance, the support.

It warmed my heart.

And it got me to thinking. I was a new mother who was grateful and excited to have Moms Online on AOL. It was new and groundbreaking. But it was a bulletin board. Static. Anonymous. These days? There’s total immediacy. Deep engagement. Real friendships growing. Serious ‘I got your back’ attitude. I mean, wow. I can barely imagine having that kind of camaraderie at that stage in my life.

Not to sound totally pitiful, I did have my friends. And they were fab! Still are. But they had their own kids, their own lives. It wasn’t like I could ping a friend any time – day or night – and she’d convo with me. Well, sure, if it was an emergency. But surely I wouldn’t have called (there was no texing!) to say, I’m up for the 3am feeding, what are YOU doing?

On the other hand, I did totally appreciate the peace and the quiet and the full ‘engagement’ with my babies in the middle of the night. If it was today, would I be tweeting while nursing? I’m not sure. Maybe. And would that compromise the experience? I don’t know. I really don’t. Truthfully, I don’t know what it would be like. I don’t let Twitter or Facebook or blogging interfere with intimate moments in my life now, so maybe it wouldn’t be an issue.

But I can sure see how having a community of women in the same lifestage could be very, very reassuring. And I can imagine that sharing some of those exhausting, challenging times could make you feel a lot less crazy and a lot less alone.

3 thoughts on “Back in the 1900’s.

    1. Maybe you should get on Twitter! Miss you. I’m sorry you’re lonely. I can assure you that if you made a cake or your ice cream, you’d be QUITE welcome any time over here. My guys still talk about your mad dessert skillz…. (PS: You’re welcome even without dessert in hand!)

      1. i miss you too! i should remember that your boys are always available to eat up my baked goods the next time i have left overs..and i certainly want another invite over to your BEAUTIFUL house!! let’s try to find some time to see each other when the craziness dies down.

        ps. I still don’t understand twitter. 🙂

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