Slipped

He ran, he slipped, he fell. Right on his head on the hardwood. I happened to see the whole thing standing at the sink. I ran to his side (only to be beaten by his ever affectionate big sister, Lifvie) and pleasantly accepted his gesture of mommy to his comfort. I scooped him up in my arms, as the wails echoed. The dog ran to her bed in the corner of the living room in attempt to escape the painful cries. The cries that give feeling to their pain. He uttered through the screams, "I slipped," to make sure I knew. I just wanted to magically take away his pain, as most moms wish we could. I held him close and whispered in his ear. And then a moment that I will never forget. As he wailed, not getting any softer, he put his chubby little hands on my cheeks, looked into my eyes. Then head back and continued to cry. Then again his hands softly touched each of my cheeks and through his tears and wails stared right into my eyes. Without a word, in that moment, he knew, I knew. . . Ahhh, motherhood. Doesn't get any better than this.

Two years to catch up

Love. Growing up. Sleepless nights. Moving. Crying. Moving some more. Sleep. Love sleep. Want more sleep. Thankful for sleep. Planning for sleep. Laughing. Lots of laughing. Crying. Anger. Accepting. Fogginess. Sicknesses. Smiles. Clarity. Joy. JESUS. . .HOPE.