Life with Many Arrows

Thursday, July 17, 2008 - Entangled....

The sun is peaking through the sky with a twilight twinge coming up over the horizon. All voices are quiet and resting. Peaceful. Sleeping. One lonely little voice quietly rumbles under the cool of the morning. "Mommy, hold you, pweese.........mommy, hold you, pweese........zzz....pweese......" Without resisting I pull my tired, morning-sickly pregnant body out of the covers and grab the small voice with reckless abandon. Get her a cup of milk and pull her close to me in the sheets.

Satisfied and happy. Her legs entangle my legs and her hands, my mid-back length hair. She rubs my face with sweet little hands. Caressing gently the beauty and grace that signifies, to her, love and comfort. My heart swells with feelings of motherhood that only come from deep moments of time and expands all throughout all eternity. She pulls my cheeks and kisses me gently. As gentle as dew on the rosebushes outside the window. "Where did she learn to be so tender?" I lie there thinking to myself for a brief moment and remember the way that I sometimes kiss her. My hands wrapped around her rosy little cheeks and head. My lips gently and smoothly showing her the love of a mother. They do learn what they live.

I am taken back into time, almost 21 years ago when I first planted a loving mother-kiss on my first one. My child that made me a mother. I no longer hold her cheeks and head and entangle with her, but only in our memories. I often see her entangle with the youngers on the sofa reading aloud to them. I often see her giving kisses everso gently to the littles. I think...."yes, this she learned from me...the gentle art of "mothering"." She will carry this into her own life in the future and make her own memories.

In the present, daylight strongly breaks into the windows and the quiet is broken with the alarm clocks, signifying a new workday. Soon, all voices will be rattling the rafters and feet will be scurrying along the wooden floors and the day will be in full force. For now though, I lay enraptured in my thoughts of mothering. Entangled with the baby of two years. Listening. Breathing. Holding her while she sleeps again.

Thursday, September 18, 2008 - Untitled Comment

Posted by wannabeone

Lovely thoughts. I DO wish you would blog more. Let me know if/when you do!

Blesings from Ohio, Kim Wolf<><

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