rest

"Sit, Mama," she says. 

And we sit. She with her sheepskin and I with my book. 

 
 

Silently she entwines her arms around my own. Her little body settles into sleep. I bend down to kiss her downy head, all blonde and wispy, wayward strands holdly tenaciously to the last bit of fading afternoon light. 

Notice this, I whisper to myself. And I do. And my heart breaks just a little bit because I know we are only just pausing for a moment.  We won't be here long. Still I am so grateful for now.

There are dry clothes to fold, soccer cleats to round up, crumbs on the Suburban seats. Certainly that is part of mothering. But, not all. There are also moments so achingly beautiful you forget to breathe. 

 

This was one of them. 

Comments

[Sandy]

This is the beautiful part, that she needed her Mama in order to rest and sleep. My big kids don't need that any more. Sigh.

[Kristen @ St Monica's Bridge]

How sweet!

[Lynn B]

Oh, what treasured pictures. "This moment..."

[Gae]

Dear Kim,
I treasure these moments too
So precious
Blessings
Gae

[Ruth]

so precious!

[Jen]

Beautiful thoughts..beautiful baby...beautiful mama.