he can knock me over with a gentle push, his little hands grip me forcefully. he is strong and sturdy for his age. but when he is sick, he is so fragile. so dependent of me, he relies on that hand on his forehead, unaware.
today he chirps like a bird, full of child energy.
amazing to think this lump of fleshy porridge that is now my body once had that same vitality.
the sun keeps shining though. and that's all good.
2 comments:
Ah i remember those days (nights) so well. I felt everything my children felt and wanted so bad to take their misery for my own.
isn't it amazing how quickly they bounce back?
how are you mama? take good care, sending lots of hugs and love,
lori
Oh, those times. It is hard to see them like that, but that closeness and need is delicious. (I always pay for it when I say stupid mommy things like this. Touch wood~)
I can't imagine you lumpy oatmeal at all. You are vitality. It perks through.
xo
erin
Post a Comment