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Mother to Kings: The Harder to Hold
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Sunday, April 5, 2015. The Harder to Hold. Why is it the harder to hold you become, the more I want to hold you? Each night when we rock I feel you growing taller and near impossible to be held like a baby. You quickly readjust to be rocked head against my shoulders, legs stretched down to my knees. And each time I lug you down the hallway dripping bath water in your towel, I am too aware that the task is becoming heavier. Plate, the remote in my. My heart thrives on each light bulb moment that you have,...
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Mother to Kings: Dear Officer
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Wednesday, February 11, 2015. I was leaning over the sink scrubbing dishes when you walked into the kitchen, weighed down with gear. Our baby munched happily on an assortment of peas, carrots, and apples in her high chair. As you approached she playfully smiled up at you and kicked her feet. With my back turned I heard you kiss her head and tell her “bye-bye” and “I love you so much my sweet girl” more times than my heart could handle. I hate the moments like these. Expression on your face. The evening n...
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Mother to Kings: What I Didn't Expect
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Saturday, January 17, 2015. What I Didn't Expect. Ocking in the quiet stillness of the early morning darkness, I listened to the little noises she made as she ate. For the first time I didn’t beg my mind to create a lasting snapshot, instead I just let each sensation wash over me. I drifted as we rocked back and forth. I knew to expect the tired, the worn-out, and the stretched-thin. I could feel every dust particle and dirty dish weighing on my soul. I should be able to keep a clean house, right? And wh...
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Mother to Kings: When the Words Feel Heavy
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Tuesday, December 30, 2014. When the Words Feel Heavy. My heart aches as I pack away the clothing that now pulls downward at the back of her neck, right below that perfect spot for landing kisses. Perhaps I am feeling particularly reflective with “You’ve Got Mail” on in the background, doubly lit by my Christmas tree. No sound has ever been as sweet as the first, second and thousandth time that she exclaimed, “mamamama! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). In 2012 I married my best friend (since age 13) a...
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Mother to Kings: To you, my love, who would have been.
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Sunday, May 24, 2015. To you, my love, who would have been. I carried you every single second of your life and I will love you for every remaining second of mine. What a privilege it has been to be your Mom. I promise to not be bitter and to continue to hope for more blessings in the future. For you and for your family here with me I am going to resolve to leave the anger and emptiness behind. It the hardest thing I have ever had to do, saying goodbye to you. I can only imagine. My sweet little love, I m...
