Gray reads at the third grade level. And according to the babysitter last night he wouldn't come out of his toy box. So. Evens out.
He reads and I knit and listen. Then we fight over math homework but then we crawl to the finish and I fill folders and line backpacks by the door and wear relief like a sweater, that this is what a good mom does.
We laughed over dinner on our date night at how Ivy will sullenly say "Yes, Mother" whenever she is being instructed or corrected, and I can tell it's only to make me feel guilty in her way but it just makes me laugh. Because in the middle of the night she whispers "Mama move over so we can snuggle." She wakes up in our bed more often than not, hands squeezing my upper armflab, but I savor the imprint of her body to mine, for I know this time is so short, and my memory is fading into what tomorrow has waiting on the other side.
...just write
yes.yes.yes... I can't even relate to half of that, but I can SO relate to half of it too, your ability to 'just write' is just right in my heart.
ReplyDeletethank you.
It took me about a million paragraphs today to post what you say in once sentence 'this time is is short'...
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mel
needle and nest design
She's an arm-squeezer, that Ivy.
ReplyDeleteOh to capture that moment everyday where we line up the backpacks. Everything about this post just made me smile. xo
ReplyDeleteOh these memories of motherhood. I am so glad we are writing them out... :)
ReplyDeleteI know. I know! It's going so fast and yet, I love it so much and wish it wouldn't and want it to keep moving like it should.
ReplyDeleteI love the reference to upper armflab. Calling it what it is, right?
"wear relief like a sweater..." I love that phrase. Lovely post that I can feel all the way to my heart.
ReplyDeleteBeauty!!!
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing like listening to my son read... I love it with all my heart.
ReplyDeleteYou chose such gorgeous names for your children.
ReplyDeleteI Love this!
ReplyDeleteHeart it.
ReplyDeleteI was amazed when I thought about how polite my son is when he says "excuse me," and "sorry, mama" when he punches me in the face as he climbs in our bed in the middle of the night.
Kids.
sweet sweet snippet of LIFE:-)
ReplyDeletegoodness there is beauty in your words....wear relief like a sweater...my memory is fading into what tomorrow has waiting on the other side.
ReplyDeletefrom my mama hear to yours...thank you.
This was lovely. I love the line "wear relief like a sweater." Just stopping by from Just Write.
ReplyDelete"wear relief like a sweater, that this is what a good mom does." I love that.
ReplyDeleteFor me, it's the shoes lined up. I fuss at them for not putting away their shoes and most of the time it drives me crazy. But I know someday it will only be my shoes and my husband's, and although there will be less tripping, I know I will miss the shoes.
So nice to hear the truth from another momma. It's much more beautiful than the perfect picture some try make it out to be. Being mom, or sometimes "Mother" is a special place :)
ReplyDeleteGray is so smart! And I love when Ivy squeezes my armflab too! That's right...snuggle as long as you can with her cause time does fly...my baby girl lives 6 hours away..
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely slice of motherhood, sweet and true.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous and I feel as you do, someone always squeezes into our bed at night and I'm totally okay with my crinked neck in the morning because they won't fit in this space much longer.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes. Exactly this.
ReplyDeleteYep. It's flying by, isn't it? My baby turns 7 next week... I am having a hard time with that number...
ReplyDeleteI love those "wake up with mommy" days. They will be gone soon!!!
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