Today my 2 year old is sick. I don't mean just a little sniffle, but the fever, ear infection, hold-me-all-day sick. So that is what I am doing. Holding. Rocking. Comforting. During these moments, I think. I think about how glad I am that I only have to work when I want to. I think about the upcoming spring bringing warmth and flowers. I think about how thankful I am that my children are rarely sick and are vibrant with joy and energy.
The list is down, the dishes are stacking up, the laundry needs folding. But today, I am holding and cherish every moment of it.
This sat on my mothers dresser throughout my childhood.
Now it is my turn.
Just lovely, the lack of lists for a day. cheers Marie
ReplyDeletewow- I love that Dickinson poem..just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI sure hope your little one feels better soon.
poor thing!!!
how lucky he is to have his loving mommy hold him...
thank you for your beautiful verses you are sending my way...I cherish them and read them over and over...keep them coming, love!!
thank you again, lovely lady:)