And so it begins... SOL #1 2015
A blanket of white has finally covered our rustic yard of this barren winter. I sit content after a satiating Sunday morning breakfast, drinking in the stillness and the quiet.
He plays contentedly on the floor, but I can see the sleepiness creep in. A yawn. A stretch. I sit still and I wait.
He’s old enough to nap on his own now. His own bed. A warm spot on a blanket on the floor. But when he’s really tired, really contented; he searches for me. And I oblige. It won’t be long before I’m an afterthought, a memory of his youth.
I see it now. He stumbles over and touches my knee. I know it’s my lap he’s seeking for his resting spot today. My arms. I reach down and pull him to me.
It’s been this way since he came home. Cuddle time, snuggle time, nap time is for the warmth of momma’s neck, and protection of her arms.
I know too from my others it will be gone all too soon. He will outgrow my lap and the need for our time.
So I let him rest. Stroke his downy hair and kiss his milky cheek. Just for this quite time. Just for this time before he grows beyond my lap. I am the momma and the place he chooses to rest.