An Ode to Summertime Mothering
Freshly written, tender reflections from the margins of an afternoon nap time
Welcome, I’m Lindsay. The Slow Studio is a space I’ve created to write about my approach to slow(er) living as a design studio owner, multifaceted creative, first-time mother and more. Keep up with me on Instagram and Pinterest.
Three summers ago I’d said that motherhood simply wasn’t for me.
Two summers ago – and one change of heart later – I spent hazy afternoons in the cool of the neighborhood pool with a baby girl tumbling around in my womb.
One summer ago I gently stumbled and stepped my way through that trying first year of motherhood, in awe of her ever-changing being.
And now, here we are.
This summer feels like early midwest mornings spent walking through the neighborhood; bare feet unabashedly sticking out of the stroller, toes stretched toward the sun.
It’s a warm, sticky hug tinged with the scent of fresh grass cuttings.
Hands and pouty lips dripping with raspberry juice, cheeks a soft berry-blush.
It’s remembering what it felt like – feels like – to witness the inner child living fully outward.
Words like, “mama” and “olive” and “river” effortlessly tumbling from her mouth.
It’s eyes welling up while cleaning little chalk handprints from the back of my pants, wishing they’d stay forever.
Wishing this season would stay forever.
And to think, that I so deeply believed that this wasn’t for me.
Wasn’t for us.
Wasn’t for her.
I’ve never felt so grateful to be so profoundly wrong.
I have chills! So beautiful 💛🥹
Mothering in summer is full of so many tender little moments, so tiny sometimes that you miss them if you're not paying attention. Thank you for reminding me of its magic in this way.