Have patience with your motherfriends who are late to answer your call. They are busy helping little beings find themselves.
This can come at the sacrifice of up-keeping their own fine architecture and adjacent bridges. Is building another’s home a greater calling than maintaining your own?
When has growth been easy?
The bending, breaking, buttoning up just to pop a seam on the other side. It’s part of what makes life so… flirty? Fresh? Dareisay fascinating?
Gosh it just keeps things interesting, don’t it.
Not sure I enjoy popping buttons and seams because it means ya have to sew things back in ship-shape shape. But we’ve been practicing and we’re getting better at it.
Perched at the crow's nest
I welcome the brewing gale
ideal conditions for a feminine travail
In the laundry bin, making home next to my socks and underwear, I found a little tube of glossier blush, two square neon magnets, and a special scrap of fabric.
Later, I noticed a wadded post-it note that had been deliberately squashed & stuffed in a tiny hole on one of Cassie’s toys.
The next day it was her socks in a beaded purse and crackers crumbs in her dad’s shoe.
Her little hands peruse her world, making discoveries and then poking around until she finds exactly where they belong. A perfect home for such special things.
And I, unaware of these “spots” discover these treasures like long-lost easter eggs.
Her heavy limbs find refuge in my softened body. She stirs and Her eyes blink wide and meet mine with delight. Please draft a recipe so I can bottle up this sweetness and drink it for the rest of my life.
Spence is actual sunshine, and I, the lucky girl who got to marry the sun. I soak in his splendor and marvel at his light.
Have patience with your motherfriends who are late to answer your call. They are busy helping little beings find themselves. This can come ...
