"...and all the stars were watching them. Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was. So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder." - Peter Pan

I read a chapter or so from Peter Pan to the boys each night. I sit on Noah's bed and he and Gray fuss over who gets to comb my hair. They are gentle, and quiet, and they listen.
I'm surprised they don't ask questions like "what's a perambulator?" or "can you really lose your shadow?"
They just let me read, and they almost just al-most drift off to sleep when I find the right place on the page to stop.
It's hard to explain but- all these years as a mother I watch my babies grow and change right before my eyes, insides and outs, and I find it so very delightful!, but I ignored myself, and the changes taking place inside me, outside of me. Not meaning to, not to be a doormat or a saint,
honestly
I didn't even think much about it. Sleep deprivation will do that to a person.
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