My daughter has turned two years old recently, and has entered full toddler mode. It doesn’t feel like she’s been around that long. On the other hand, I can’t remember not having a little girl around the house. Time to look back a bit.
I’d never heard about Harvey Weinstein until this week. And, honestly, I probably won’t remember it a few years from now. I will remember that there are men out there who will do terrible things to appease their sexual needs. And somehow, I have to prepare my now one-and-a-half-year-old daughter for a world filled with sexists, racists, and misogynists.
My daughter has recently gotten the hang of walking. She has also discovered a new hobby: climbing onto stuff. If that sounds like a volatile combination, then you’re right. It is. So, a rant about toddler safety.
My one-year-old’s upstairs, in bed, sleeping off the morning. My back hurts from carrying her around and running after her. She’s been ill a lot the last month, and was teething, but things seem to be alright again today. I have an hour or so to myself to do the chores and write a little.
I often hear ‘nothing can prepare you for parenthood’. Maybe that’s true, but you know: I’m a writer, it’s my job to describe the indescribable.
So I say ‘challenge accepted’.