Yes, And: My Fierce Commitment to Complexity

It’s Sunday morning. The sun is up. And if the blackout curtains in Mack’s room don’t hold, if they let in even a sliver of morning light, he is up with the birds.

A tiny thread of light is all it takes. Another day begins. Another attempt to live fully inside the reality of it all.

Last night, I FaceTimed with my oldest. She’s off adventuring with my parents and two of her cousins. She’s twelve, just two and a half years older than Milly and yet her world is so different. She boards planes. She roams cities. She adapts and matures and stretches into adolescence with ease.

Meanwhile, her siblings, Milly and Mack, live in a different universe. A simpler one, maybe. One of smiles, laughter, snuggles, and love. At least, that’s how it seems to me, most days.

Yesterday, we went swimming twice. Just the three of us. Foam letters and blowing bubbles in the water - the two of them could do that for hours. In fact, I think if that’s all we did for the next twelve weeks, this would be declared “b…