We landed in Atlanta yesterday, after a long, but actually kind of pleasant, flight. I held back tears saying goodbye to Veronica at the airport in Los Angeles, nuzzling into her while she sat strapped into her car seat. I whispered to her, “I love you more than anything in the whole world.” And again, she pushed me back and said, “But you love Jules too, right?” I smiled at her, tears in the corners of my eyes, and nodded. And then I watched as she and Greg drove off, before turning back to my little traveling pal.
Juliette was smiling up at me with her bright, little eyes, and later on the plane as she slept in my arms and I stared out the window, I had the thought, I am more myself than I have ever been, since becoming a mother. It really just occurred to me in this profound way, that I feel more myself than I’ve ever felt, and it’s because of them. But it’s also not that I wasn’t me before I became a mama. I’m still the same me, but I feel like motherhood has served to kind boost me into a three-dimensional me. Whereas I might have been the same Claire, I’m just oh-so more her now, in all the best ways, I think. Does that make sense?
Anyway, my half-brother and his fiancee were at the airport waiting for us when we arrived and now I sit in their comfortable home in Virginia Highlands, tapping this out while they make breakfast, and waiting for one of my childhood best friends to show up.
Oh, and also admiring this write-up about Rules in the Sunday Book section of the Atlanta Journal Constitution. This is actually my very first newspaper write-up and I’m so thrilled that it’s the paper I grew up watching my parents read every weekend. You can read the whole article here.
If you’re in the Atlanta area, I’d love to see you on Tuesday night at the Georgia Center for the Book, where I’ll be reading and signing. More details here.