Last week I took my baby daughter out for a walk, just the two of us. We did the usual loop, checking in with all of my favorite houses and collecting brilliant fall leaves along the way. We paused in the cemetery, where the giant maple trees glowed orange in the sinking sunlight. I listened in peace; the baby breathing against my chest, blue jays crying, traffic in the distance... perfect.
'Maamaa!', the familiar call interrupted the silence as my boys rushed through the cemetery gates to find us. They jabbered loudly about squirrels and acorns, chased each other along the paths, and added curled brown leaves to our collection... perfect.
All summer, I wondered what it would be like with a second baby. I worried that all of those quiet snugly moments I had enjoyed the first time around would be impossible with the wild energy of a toddler. And I was right, those moments are few. Becoming a mother again is completely different, and so much better than I ever could have known.