Showing posts with label moments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moments. Show all posts

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Four

Tucking in four children takes a lot
They all need different attention, 
dìfferent kinds of listening,
different comforts
Four different moods,
four different essences to absorb and understand
to breath back out what they need to breath in
Four different souls to sooth and quiet
down towards sleep
Each one feels so different to cuddle
Four different types of love

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Love It While I'm In It


Today
Oh today
Today was one of those days.
A day where you got to shower and wash your hair with out feeling like you were swimming upstream to do it. 
A a day in which you got to eat breakfast peacefully.
A calm feeling day. 
Today was a day to skype with your traveling sister and feel happy with all four kids crowding your body. 
It was a day to go to play in the water without gathering a million supplies, just a couple of  towels and a handful of granola bars and off we go!
Today was a day to love my children
for my heart to drink them all in and love how they are in this moment
today.
For my boy to be big enough to stay home by himself and me to be happy for him.
A day for my heart to swell as one helped the other climb up the tall side of something at the park.  
Their muscly little bodies mirroring each other,
 one reaching up and one reaching down
hands clasped as they pulled each other up.
A day to sit with my baby in the leaf dappled sunshine as he smiled and kicked completely happy to do just what he always wants, 
to be by me 
be with me
and for me to be with him. 
A day to listen and marvel at the interesting things they say, 
to glimpse how they think, what they imagine.
To glow with each new word practiced and learned.
Today was a day to drive through the fields and watch the haying, harvesting
see the horses and cows with their babies.
to paint all the colors of the grass in my mind.
A day to love as I do every time that I see it, the big sky with it's sun and storms and towers of clouds all happening at once, a different view in every direction.
Today was a day in which, when I lay down with the two smalls for a story and watched them with their heads on the same pillow and they asked me
why are you crying
I could say that my heart was so full of love that it burst
and the extra spilled out of my eyes.
Today was a day that was good.



(Then he said, " Well, pft, why are you sad about loving us???" I explained that they were happy tears but like, clearly, Mom that doesn't make any sense.)


Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Our Game








All day long you love me and love me.
You call me 'my sweet sweet' and 'my sweet Mommy'
You slip your arms around my leg or back or neck,
whichever you can reach.
You snuggle your head into me and rock or wriggle.
You lift your face up to mine
perfect small child skin, rosy cheeks, pink shaped lips, your hair swooping back. 
You hug me and compliment me, tell me I'm beautiful.
Out of the blue over and over again.
We play a game, because there is more than being beautiful.
I tell you you are beautiful. 
You are smart, loving, kind.
You are creative, you are strong, you are generous.
You are capable, helpful and brave.
You tell me I am all those things too.
You are goofy
You are fun
You are interesting.
All day long you love me and love me.
How blessed I am in love.


Friday, March 13, 2015

 
 
 
Today I will remember
 the way the wind blew Oliver's hair
 as he ran outside.
He looked like he was flying as he ran along
 happy and free as only a little boy can
 in rubber boots and bare legs.
The world around him blurred bringing him into sharp focus.
He was all I could see
bright and clear all yellow hair and rosy cheeks, blue shirt and boots.
He let himself out of the house and ran to join his brothers,
away from the suggestion of a nap that he new was brewing in my mind.
I let him go
 watched as he ran free in the thawing air
and my heart ran with him.
Watched as he picked a clump of grass,
lifted his face to the sun,
 then ran to me to show the handful of 'hair' that he had picked.
'Is grass the hair of the earth?' I ask
Back and forth he runs, up and down, in shadow and full light,
happy and free,
the wind blowing his hair.