Mothering
There are some moments when I despair. I look at these two strange beings who bicker and occupy my home, who confuse and frustrate me, and are so different from me, and I wonder if I am having any civilizing influence on them at all.
Then I get sick, like I am now, and they come to me with soft small hands, stroking my skin and hair, bringing me cool wet cloths for my forehead, and rubbing my shoulders. They hold me close, cuddle up next to me, worry about me, and whisper sweet words of comfort.
And I feel their mothering and hear my own words coming back to me. It’s a mirror, and a window to their future selves.
January 5, 2014 at 11:40 am
And what is so lovely with your blog is that you are so one hundred percent honest! 🙂 Get well soon – and enjoy the love from your children!