Morning surprise
In the midst of parenting you -- a high-need, active child with the energy and will of two toddlers -- there are some quiet times with you that I cherish and drink in, wanting the moment to stretch out all day while we enjoy the time with each other.
You gave me a moment like that this morning. It rained all night -- thundered, actually -- yet you slept for 11 hours straight. When you finally woke up, I was there, and you jumped up and down, exuberant to see me. You pointed to the window, and I raised the blind and opened the shutters to let the dim, misty light into your room.
Then you surprised me. You buried your face in the velvet-slippered Boppy, the soft light not too faint to make your pale curls shimmer. You patted the rocking chair with your slender fingers -- your signals to nurse. Even though months have gone by since you nursed in the morning, I couldn’t deny some sweet time spent with you. Content to lie in my lap on the Boppy to nurse and look up into my eyes, I smiled and sang our secret songs. With my hand resting lightly on your chest, I imagined your heart beneath it, beating so closely to my own heart. Then you reached up to rest your hand there. I stroked your gossamer hair. Then you brushed a few of my strands away from my face.
Moments like this are what mothers imagine, hope for and dream of, I thought in this quiet dew-lit morning. And I knew I had never loved you more.
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This post is a cheap imitation of the real thing, written by Amanda at Tumble Dry. If you want to read the real thing, go here. And if you want to write a post in the style of another blogger, please do -- and share!
You gave me a moment like that this morning. It rained all night -- thundered, actually -- yet you slept for 11 hours straight. When you finally woke up, I was there, and you jumped up and down, exuberant to see me. You pointed to the window, and I raised the blind and opened the shutters to let the dim, misty light into your room.
Then you surprised me. You buried your face in the velvet-slippered Boppy, the soft light not too faint to make your pale curls shimmer. You patted the rocking chair with your slender fingers -- your signals to nurse. Even though months have gone by since you nursed in the morning, I couldn’t deny some sweet time spent with you. Content to lie in my lap on the Boppy to nurse and look up into my eyes, I smiled and sang our secret songs. With my hand resting lightly on your chest, I imagined your heart beneath it, beating so closely to my own heart. Then you reached up to rest your hand there. I stroked your gossamer hair. Then you brushed a few of my strands away from my face.
Moments like this are what mothers imagine, hope for and dream of, I thought in this quiet dew-lit morning. And I knew I had never loved you more.
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This post is a cheap imitation of the real thing, written by Amanda at Tumble Dry. If you want to read the real thing, go here. And if you want to write a post in the style of another blogger, please do -- and share!
Labels: blogging, breastfeeding, everyday life, fun, motherhood
posted by Damselfly at 3:55 PM
11 Comments:
Oh, is that really what it feels like to read my posts? That was simply beautiful. I had chills that began along my left elbow and behind my ear, by the time the two of you were delicately caressing tendrils of hair it was as if I were back in the first moments of holding my girls.
I am deeply humbled by this post and feel a renewed sense of wonder at the intimacy between mamas and their babies.
Thank you so very much, friend!
I love this!
Although you now have me missing those times...
Yes, Amanda, it is like that reading your posts.
Damselfly, you're doing well with this imitation thing. I want to participate, but I'm not very good at the imitation thing I fear.
Beautiful! How do you do that? I want to imitate you but you're too perfect!
damselfly - wow! you are amazing at this! can i hire you to teach me how to write?
and yes amanda you always give us goosebumps on top of goosebumps!!
Man, you are so good at that!!
Vwey nice! I always find just when I'm about to crack my son gives me a moment like that...
Oh, that is beautiful! Nursing a toddler is the best. I share many precious moments like that with my daughter.
You made me cry a little!!! I'm envious of the bond that breastfeeding mothers have with their children. We tried so hard...
I loved this post. And it made me wistful, too, for the nursing relationship I no longer have with my daughter.
That was beautiful. My boy is just a month, I believe, younger than Fly. I cherish our nursing moments - except for the acrobatic/distracted/let's-see-just-how-far-this-thing-stretches moments.
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