The first moments spent away from my daughter were gifted to me by my mom. The kiddo was breastfed and refused a bottle. Forever. It wasn't until she was 18 months old that she decided breastfeeding took too long. She had places to go and people to see. The first people and place were a mother's group at a local Waldorf School. My mom committed to taking the kiddo twice a week for 90 minutes after I made a few initial visits to acclimate my daughter to the group. Those 90 minutes two days a week were the first moments to myself I would have for a year and a half, after my daughter was born. It was those two chunks of time, outside of the hours between 4-6 am that I had to work on my business each week. Looking back now, I have no idea how I even got that boulder up the hill the first few years. It was just sheer will. On one of the mornings that I accompanied my mom and daughter, the group leader, a lovely woman named Barbara, led us all in a knitting activity. In true, slow and deliberate Waldorf style, we each made a few of these wool knit balls, filled with wool roving. My daughter liked them immediately and my mom proceeded to crank out about 30 more over the weeks of the group meetings. It's one of those things that I kept with the baby blankets, and a few other newborn trinkets. It reminds me of the early days in all their complexity and simplicities.

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