November 7, 2011

To the moon.

The fog was warm and heavy and had turned to rain when I headed for the parking lot. I ducked my head down, I was wearing my glasses. They got wet. At the stoplight I mistook the street lamp for the moon. My heart jumped at how close it was and then I realized. But as I waited for green I kept imagining that it was really the moon.

The cuff of my jeans are still damp, tucked underneath me on the couch. I don't know what to write. I might just eat this whole bowl of snappy green grapes. The house is so so quiet. This is possibly my favorite time of day, but is it okay to say that as a mom? That I look forward to  and so rarely get  those moments when they are all in their own beds, finally asleep, tucked and dreamy. We've had so many late nights of croup and coughing and bed hopping. Right now I fluff my feathers and delight in my nest, eggs safe and sound.

Earlier I read to them, Pig Pig Rides, Gray checked it out from the school library and carried it home in his special plastic drawstring bag with his name on it. Pig Pig went to the moon in a rocket. He drove a big train and rode his bike over a herd of elephants. His mom told him to be careful. I asked what everyone wanted to dream about tonight. Ivy lay upon her belly, propped up by her elbows and hands cupped against her round cheeks. She would go to the moon. I believe she will.

Careful, my love I whispered as I slipped down the stairs to my quiet.

- linking up w/ just write

15 comments:

  1. There is this wild ability for living in daughters, isn't there? Of course, sons too, but with girls, it's different. Maybe, it's easier to see a part of us in them? I don't know.

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  2. You are such an amazing writer.

    xx.

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  3. Wow, you write so beautifully and so tenderly.

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  4. Oh goodness woman, yes. Yes, let's ruffle our feathers and be okay with it.

    (I adore that line. It is genius.)

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  5. The moon and I go way back. I'm sure Ivy will love it there. Or did.

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  6. oooh the way you weaved the moon throughout. You inspire me to write better.

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  7. I actually envisioned you fluffing your feathers. Beautiful.

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  8. No, I don't think it's wrong to say that. I always feel such a feeling of relief when the day is done and my kids are in bed.

    Like, YES, I got through another crazy day of this life. And we're a little better for it and wiser for it every time :)

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  9. I'm sitting with my leg folded up beneath my long skirt right now, feeling the wet hem from where it drug through a puddle this morning.
    Ivy will go to the moon and she'll take you with her.

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  10. You have such a talent for this kind of writing. And we both have the same favorite part of the day.

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  11. Oh I live for that quiet, it's never quiet. actually everyone is asleep now and it's not quiet (2 snorers!).

    This is what I was talking about Steph, so much depth and beauty is simple "I don't know what to write" words. You write your heart and it's lovely.

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  12. "Right now I fluff my feathers and delight in my nest, eggs safe and sound."

    My favorite ever!

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  13. Just beautiful. And I love the quiet of soundly safely sleeping children, too.

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