2020
I often wonder why I don’t just walk away from this space. There are so many things I’ve kissed goodbye in the name of motherhood. There just isn’t time and space and discipline and enough brain cells to do it all. But I can’t quite let go.
Maybe because even though it doesn’t translate through my fingers, the words still run through my head, begging for release. Sometimes to help me process thoughts. Sometimes simply to remember this life we live.
And before that paragraph was even finished, Harrison cried. An air bubble interrupted his nap and his little hands reached for me, the symbol of comfort. We rocked back and forth as the sun set. Two big baby burps erupted into the cozy air of the bedroom as his body lay snuggled between the blanket and my chest.
And that is why there are half a dozen drafts in the folder. Just like this one, I have no idea where they were going. Paragraphs giving me vivid memories of the days they were written. The unwritten paragraphs and the life that prompted them lost in the abyss of rocking, feeding, diapering, and settling squabbles.
I wouldn’t trade these snuggling moments for the world.
So I know this is totally unrelated to your blog post, forgive me😏
But I am really wanting to buy the book “Marital Bliss with a Kiss of Reality” Any possibility I can get one from you?
And by the way, I love your posts and have been missing them! But I am a mother too, so I don’t question as to why you don’t write more😉
I’ll message you. 🙂
I do hope you don’t quit writing here, Michelle, although I too would understand why. I like the interesting, quality posts and pictures I get when I come here. 🙂 Blessings on your week!
Thank you! And best wishes to yours.