I Retired to Rest, Then My Daughter Drafted Me Into Motherhood Again

at 7:30. No diaper bag. No “lifesaver” kiss.

My house is quiet.

So quiet I can hear the refrigerator hum.

For a second, my body relaxes like it’s been holding its breath for two years.

Then anxiety rushes in, because silence can feel like abandonment when you’ve been needed nonstop.

My phone buzzes at 8:12.

A text from Jessica.

We’re trying a sitter today.continue reading …