You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
Friday, January 05, 2007
The Littlest
How about THOSE eyes? Sometimes, just sometimes, he fills the cracks in my soul with his boundless joy and love. He melts my heart when he walks up to me and says, "Mamma? Nigh nigh?" and I have to discern if he means it's time for a nap or bed or if he just wants me to hold him so he can lay his sweet little head on my shoulder; just like Lucas used to do. The cracks come back, just like when Winter contracts and shrinks wood in a doorway and the heat of Summer makes that wood swell back up with the end result of this ongoing action being cracks in the wood.....my heart swells and it shrinks and when the cracks are showing, he lifts me up and carries me away. The Oldest too. But those eyes......their language is almost an immeasurable inexplicable wordless journey straight to my heart. The Oldest keeps me on the ground with his wisdom. The Littlest takes me on wonderful flights of adventure. I am quite lucky. I really am.
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Today I wasnt feeling well at all some stomach bug. Joseph rubbed my head and said "it alright momma nana coming" then my mom and Derek ran some errands and Joseph stayed with me and hugged me and held me and said "feel better now momma" and I said yes and he hugged me some more and said "almost all better momma" he's my snuggle bug. He is the caretaker for sure. What would I do without him? These boys.
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