Tears stain your cheeks and sweat has matted your hair to your head.
I want to remember how tiny you
were are and how things can happen and change in an instant.
You squeal, laugh, whoop and holler with hands raised. Joy radiating from your face.
I want to remember the reckless abandon with which you experienced this place; believe the magic without question.
I hear your sweet voice ask for the umpteenth time today, “Up-y, up-y, mommy. I snuggle you.”
I scoop you up onto my lap and we snuggle and sway; rock and hum.
I’m treasuring each of these moments deep in my mother’s heart. Storing them away for future use.
You’re so brave, so strong, so full of joy.
You laugh with out restraint, love without clause, and live without limits.
I want to remember these days when you’re too big to hold; to manly to snuggle; but hopefully you’ll never outgrow your compulsion to laugh, love and live to your heart’s content.
I decided it was high time to dust off these ole keys and blow the cobwebs out of this writer’s mind. What better way to do that than to join LisaJo and her tribe in the greatest writer flash mob around, Five Minute Friday? And I nearly laughed out loud when I read this week’s prompt as I’ve been waxing poetic to anyone who will listen about how hectic the past few months have been – and the next few months will continue to be. So join me for my best five minutes on
As the fan gently blows cool air over me, lulling me to drift off.
Anger and frustration vie for top billing as I thrash the covers back and stomp to see
What do they want now?
I scold and chide and plead for just a few more minutes…
Lie down; snuggle in; drift off.
Bang. Boom. Slap. Cries.
It seems sleep is not for me today.
Poor me. Woe is me. Nobody cares, but me.
I snuggle you, mama.
I sit on your lap, mama?
I love you, mommy.
As much as sleep refreshes mind and body, today I realize as I watch that rest is found…
In the bubbly laugh of the two year old.
In the halted sounds of my sweet girl sounding out her first written words.
In the belly laughs preceded by, “Tickle me, Daddy!”
This day; this house; this family of mine is full of
And if I just get out of my own way, it is full of more refreshment and rest than I could ever dare to hope.
Wow, has it really been a month since I’ve posted??
I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your patience with me and sticking around while I’ve been so quiet!
We arrived safe and sound in the States and promptly hit the ground running. We’ve not stopped traveling in some form or fashion in the 3.5 weeks we’ve been here! We just finished up a great time with my family taking our kiddos to Disneyland for the first time (you can bet there will be posts/pics about that coming up)! And now, we are in one place for a couple of weeks before we have to travel again, so hopefully – Lord willing – things will get a little more back to normal around here!
I’m delighted that the second post of the Comfy Pregnancy Series is up at The Better Mom today! Come on over and join us as we chat about how to get the comfiest sleep possible in pregnancy! Be sure to share your tried and true tips in the comments!
If you’ve just joined us from The Better Mom, I want to extend a warm, fresh-on-American-soil-from-Ireland welcome to you! Thanks for stopping by! Feel free to make yourself at home and have a look around! The kettle’s always on, even on this side of the pond.
They come far too few and far between. Moments of stark and complete clarity.
Moments when the mist thins and the things that seemed so crystal clear before, you now realize were smudged at best…completely distorted at worst.
I had one such moment recently while caring for our son through a bout of croup. I’m talking about it over at Pieces of Amy today. I’d love to have you join me there, and share your own moments of clarity!
If you’ve clicked over here from Pieces of Amy, I want to extend to you a warm Céad Míle Fáilte (A Hundred-thousand Welcomes)! I hope you’ll make yourself at home and stay awhile!
I feel like I’ve been very quiet around here for awhile.
Oh, sure, there have been things going on. We had our Magic of a Childhood Christmas Series, and some fun Irish giveaways. And I’ve had some posts at The Better Mom and Intentional by Grace. But I feel like its been a long time since I’ve really…written.
You might not know it, but we are preparing for an extended time in the States. We leave in just over 3 weeks for several months in America.
I’ve put off really thinking about/preparing for this time away because, quite frankly, it stressed (stresses) me out. Don’t get me wrong, there are loads of things I’m really looking forward to doing/seeing while we are there. But there’s a lot to do to get ready to be gone from “home” for so long…
I say “home” because when you’ve lived away from your place-of-birth-home for as long as we have, you sort feel as though you have many homes. You have the home of your childhood. The place where the foundation was laid for you to become you.
You have the other places you’ve lived before; invested time, love, energy; the places your children were born. Our children share different birth places than us parentals, so their “first home” is different.
I keep thinking of the scene from the film, The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. Pippin and Gandalf are in Gondor preparing for the final battle to begin. The stand on a balcony overlooking a darkened city.
“It’s so quiet.” Pippin notes.
“‘Tis the deep breath before the plunge.” Gandalf replies, eyes fixed on the horizon.
I feel like I’m in the midst of our own deep breath. Granted, this little jaunt across the sea we are preparing for is nowhere near the apocalyptic battle Gandalf and Pippin faced.
It is, however, something quite a bit bigger than ourselves. Something that must be done… cannot be avoided…something we know will have highs and lows. Something we both can’t wait to do…and wish we could do and simultaneously stay here.
So, I thank you now for your patience and understanding in the coming weeks. Usually when I am stressed or worried or super excited (which I am all those things and more) writing is one of the biggest outlets for me. Its during those times when some of my best work pours forth from my heart.
However, the fact that the words are not there – that there is a wall preventing the story and heart from flowing forth – is a signal that perhaps the stress is more than I am aware. It tells me I must tread carefully.
So my priorities in these coming weeks will be hugging my kids, drinking tea with friends, going for walks, and concentrated time in the Word with my God. Those are the things that will anchor me in this time of change, upheaval, adventure. I look forward to when the words pour forth again…for I feel writing is a part of who I am.
In the mean time I’ll hold my breath, preparing for the plunge to the waters of adventure and change. Are you along for the ride?