We rock in black & white.
Your heavy breaths crashing into my chest like waves breaking against the shore.
I’m tired and yet I know one day your arms and legs will grow out of my arms and into the world. Into the color, walking, running, dancing.
And so I clutch these black & white moments to my chest.
To my heart.
For color will seep in at daybreak, moving us forward, onward.
But right now it’s 5am.
We rock in black & white.
Sleep deprivation in the first few years of parenting can be particularly brutal. I wrote this during a rough patch (I literally had to stop myself from trying to shake anyone who tried to carry on a conversation with me). I had a moment of clarity one morning after being up most the night that reminded me how short this parenting time is in life and knowing that helped me through it. But it was hard. Really hard.
How did you or do you deal with sleep deprivation?
