Thursday, July 29, 2010

All of Me

Teetering tall, she grasps my arm
and lay her head on my shoulder
with bashful smile;

my eyes crinkle, welled.

And I wish for the clock in the corner
to stop, for this moment to be tucked
into the pocket of my heart

and so I make it.

Turning, I smile back
and I am with her.
I am not with my long list

I am with her.

all of me.

For how is she to taste sacrifice
if it is not first shown here
and isn't this a glimpse of God's love

by a mother for her child?


emily wierenga said...

oh, this is what i am striving for... to really BE with my son, to not miss the moments... thank you, for sharing your perfectly imperfect words today.. love to you, friend. xo

emily wierenga said...

ps. you should add your link to my page, so others can read it too! :)

Keri said...

"And so I make it..." I love that.

What a beautiful and doable thing that is so simple and so impactful!

julie said...

I really, really love this. I wish I could say I feel this all the time, but too often I allow myself to get caught up in my "list" and ignore the sweet miracle-child sitting at my feet. I know I miss far too many moments like this. Thanks for the reminder to keep pressing "pause," so I don't miss out - and so I teach my daughter sacrifice (as you said so perfectly). Thank you for sharing.

Katie said...

My favorite of all your writings. Though they are all beautiful:)

That Crazy Family said...

Such gorgeous writing! Love this!

Jingle said...

confidence and wit are evident here,
lovely post.

Ruth said...

Absolutely true!

Hilty Sprouts! said...

awesome! Love this.

Claudia said...

this is lovely - and so true - as a mother there are many moments to be tucked into the pockets of our heart..


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