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?
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?
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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
ps. you should add your link to my page, so others can read it too! :)
"And so I make it..." I love that.
What a beautiful and doable thing that is so simple and so impactful!
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.
My favorite of all your writings. Though they are all beautiful:)
Such gorgeous writing! Love this!
confidence and wit are evident here,
lovely post.
Absolutely true!
awesome! Love this.
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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