Oh the weather outside is frightful, but pictures of Florida are so delightful. And since I don’t enough vacation time to go…this will have to do. Enjoy!
Sometimes I forget this tiny boy isn't even 2 years old. He shows more love and empathy towards people than those 10x his age. He'll give a smile and wave to anyone who'll make eye contact with him. He has a tender spot for the elderly and people in wheelchairs. At the same time, this is the boy that asked to be put in his baby sisters crib, then peed on her sheets. He's a tiny little pistol, full of mischief and curiosity, and 100% boy. As we near his 2nd birthday, I can't believe he's been around as long as he has. I still stare at him in amazement and can't believe he is my baby. Every day he is spouting new words and bringing up something we did days ago. His memory is sharp as a tack and if he's heard you say something one time, you better believe that word or phrase is now a part of his vocabulary. He has handled moving to the farm like a pro. He's always liked coming out here and seeing the barn, tractor, and riding the ...
Long fingers that looked like she should have taken piano lessons at some point in her life. Fair skin that required loads of sunscreen for anytime spent outdoors. Cool skin that always felt wonderful on a feverish head. Slightly bitten nails she would try to hide from others. These are my mother’s hands. My mother’s hands are a direct extension of her heart. These hands held me when I was little. They shooshed me when I was upset. They held my hands tight keeping me safe. They would pull me away from danger or give a gentle push when I needed encouragement. They helped me hold books and handed me toys. They cleaned me and fed me. They would write me notes that found their way into my lunch box. They braided my hair and helped me tie my shoes. They wiped away tears and applauded me when I had done something good. They taught me to make clover chains and how to hand over a credit card. These hands that raised me are now caring for the hands that raised them. Those hands now take car...
I re-entered the workforce yesterday and was happy to find myself back in the world of working outside the home. It was hard to leave the kids and know that my time as a stay at home mom was over however, the time had come. Last night after the dinner dishes had been cleared and bedtime was upon us, it seemed the kids were extra wound up. They had to be reminded a handful of times to brush their teeth, pick up their toys, and get ready for bed. Finally, they were tucked in and I was exhausted. At that moment Lila asked if I would lay with her for a bit. In my mind, I really wanted to get a hot shower. I needed to get things ready for my next day of work. I had a million other tasks that I thought needed to be done. Immediately I felt the cold sick feeling of guilt wash over me. I had been away from her all day and at bedtime all she wanted was to snuggle me, her momma. I crawled in bed next to her. As...
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