Mrs. Fisher has a way with words and a wisdom that comes from birthing, nursing and raising nine young ones. And her picture doesn't even look tired.
I was simply going to post it and move on, but there were two points I wanted to record here, so I'll remember.
The essay is written by a mother with nine children, but it is written to mothers of one - to mothers of a little one who think, and truly recognize, that life is hard. It seems that 9 is harder than 1 (or that my three is harder than someone's one), and in many ways, it's true. More laundry, more food, more fights. When they're little at least, three makes it harder to escape, and it's harder to find someone who wants to steal three for a few hours than it is to find someone who wants to escape with one.
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| My baby, at six weeks, almost as tired as her mother was: With one, the exhaustion is from loneliness and a lack of surety about anything. |
