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I’ve been in a state of clarity recently. Not transcendental meditation or a 30 day cleanse kind of thing that I recently read on goop. No. Just, clarity. Real Clarity. I don’t even know the exact words to explain it but it’s something. Something real. And honorary. And I think when we notice this moment of clarity, we need to speak up. Because even if I don’t know the exact meaning of transcendental meditation, I do know the exact meaning of transformation.
I know. It looks kinda cute. Kinda frightening. Kinda woah. And yes I know, kinda isn’t really a word. But this is parenting. And it’s kinda weird.
The thing that books don’t tell you, nor do your parents, or your friends or your boyfriends, lovers or future husbands, is that this is parenting. It’s illuminated by irony, random acts of kindness by strangers and an uncanny amount of moments worthy of cinematic entertainment like that of a Disney movie like say, Bambi.
My nanny is currently in Kona, Hawaii. My bestie is in Tulum with her husband. Another friend just landed back in Nashville from Skiing the perfect powder with her family in Montana. And we are currently at a truck stop with a flat tire somewhere outside of Atlanta.
There’s a time and place for all seasons of your life. For a first time solid kiss under a Hawaiian sunset, for a long Italian staycation, or for a forever honeymoon with your lover. And then there’s the baby season.
