Godot, schmodot


Waiting for Mama, Berkeley, CA

Mama went on a phenomenally unusual (for her) week-long meditation retreat last week.  Since she gave birth to the first of these kids, she had never taken that much time for just her, and she returned a remade woman.

We all made it through the week intact (a feat made nearly inevitable by my current status as work-at-home, self-employed Baba), but lordy did we miss her, and lordy were we happy for her to return. After a long drive from the Santa Cruz mountains, she texted us to say that she was at the local market picking up provisions. From that point onward, I couldn’t pry the kids off the porch.  And when mama finally arrived, I couldn’t pry them off of her.

4 thoughts on “Godot, schmodot”

  1. LD, your pics and writing are so lovely, poignant and well-described. I love your family thru your blog; how can we ever thank you for sharing what is to sensitive and precious and tender with all of us ?~!

    Happy for mama, a week can make an entire new person out of a tired woman and you all have the benefits to reap for years to come. Welcome Home, Mama. Your family missed you. We were clued in by LD’s pry bar !!!

    • Thank you! (And welcome.) We lived in an attic apartment above this house for about five years, while my in-laws lived on the ground floor and were building a house in the rear (we quasi-co-house, sharing bits of mortgages, many utilities, a DSL line and all the outdoor space). For years, I used to come and sit on this porch at night and dream. It is genuinely a gift I appreciate daily, to have one a’tall from which to view the passing parade.

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