While away on vacation, I realized that Peter and I could talk about pretty much anything without interruption. There were certain moments when I felt myself stumbling over my own words as I tried to explain things to him. But it wasn’t just things that I wanted to tell him long ago and held on to, it was just anything that popped in my head at any given moment. When we left the children, my filter kind of stayed behind. With it, we saw the potential in the most mundane conversations. Just for a moment, imagine the potential when we aren’t pushing them into the late evening, early morning, or forcibly, on a two hour date where we both swear we won’t talk about the children–then we fail.
While I can’t change much, I do want to make more of an effort to simply talk during my journey in motherhood. It has always been a personal goal to not answer “How are you?” with “Tired.”(It feels like an answer that often describes my days when I’m trying to balance it all as a mother.)
When asked and asking how someone is, I want to ask and answer those very important questions, without children on the tongue. We are so much more than mothers, and it feels like our conversations should be a reflection of that.