In the days following Oliver's birth, I was told something that gave me a great deal of comfort. “When it comes to adjusting, remember the power of three: three days, three weeks, three months, six months, nine months, one year.”
During those early weeks of motherhood, I didn't want to see anyone. I worried people would want some detailed analysis of how I had changed and who I had become. That they’d be expecting a before and after chart, a pro/con list, an articulate explanation of everything that had happened to me since this new little being entered my world. But I was just a bundle of hormones, and love, and spit up. I couldn’t quantify anything! I didn’t understand any of it! When I felt completely consumed by the stunning strangeness of my new life, I remembered the power of three: “three days, three weeks, three months...” and I felt ok again.
Each one of these milestones brought with it a subtle shift. Somehow, with each mark on the calendar things began to seem a bit easier, a bit more integrated, and a bit less overwhelming.
Well, today is the three week mark since we moved to LA. We are still waiting for the perfect home to present itself. I am still learning the ins and outs of this city. I just picked up this brand new very old bike. I named her Denise. We are still working on building a community on this coast. The past few weeks have been filled with so many miracles and moments of serendipity that I am 100% positive this was the right decision for all of us. But, let’s be real. I am waaaaay out of my comfort zone.
It is hard to be so far from my friends and family. I have my moments of feeling alone, and uncertain, and scared. But, during those moments I call on the power of three, and it reminds me that I don't have to have it all figured out yet. There is still plenty of time.
With love from Cali!