The change is subtle, yet always shocking.
One moment, he’s a baby, crawling and squawking for milk. A perfect picture of dependence. It was only a few days ago that I gave birth to him, right?
Then one unexpected day, a step is taken. A precarious, hesitant, definitive step. And from that moment on, the little back seems straighter, stout legs grow firmer. The curtain falls on the infant, and rises to reveal the little boy in the next scene.
He turns to me, delighted to have caught sight of his target, then hurls himself in my direction, whether I’m prepared for the consequences or not. One, two, three drunken steps and he falters, ready to be caught in my arms and smothered with victory kisses, only to wriggle away to repeat the whole routine again.
So I kneel on the kitchen linoleum once more, arms extended to collect the proud little figure as he plays his new game.
Dishes line the sink and counter, and I can smell the stink of the garbage reminding me that it needs to be taken out for the second time today, but both can wait. Let me gather him a few more times, feel the soft skin of his little arms wrap around my neck, blond curls tickling my cheek.
Just a few more times.
Before the next change comes.
“We class ourselves as branches
on our family tree,
each person has a branch
and each branch has its branches
growing out of it.” – David Harris
The mirror has changed for me.
Continue reading “Look Into the Mirror”
“When music sounds, all that I was I am”
– Walter de la Mare
Once a month, I go ballroom dancing.
I book the babysitter, pack my tattered shoes into my purse, and shift the van into drive. I leave behind all my various names and titles, and head to the one place where I don’t need them. Whether or not I have a name matters little here. Continue reading “The Woman With No Name”
Eucharisteo: to be grateful, to feel thankful, to give thanks
I don’t know about you, but most days, I don’t feel all that thankful. Sometimes I simply don’t want to feel thankful.
So I write them down.
And count them one by one.
Continue reading “Eucharisteo: The Art of Thankfulness #1-20”
Listen my son, for to you I confer
Our history, our past and beseech you
Remember Continue reading “1915”
I find birth stories to be breathtakingly beautiful-a window into one of the life changing moments of a family. So this is one of ours. It was very different from my other births, and found it difficult to write. But I did. It may be raw, unexpected, and a trifle long….but it’s ours. Part of our family history now. And I would like to share this small window with you. Continue reading “A Tale of Birth”