Thursday, August 18, 2011
This morning as I lay in bed half asleep, Calista's tiny little hands were rubbing my arm, up and down as she slept. I realized how so much of the bonding between a mother and her child come in these fleeting moments. These moments often pass, unbeknownst to those involved, but still leave footprints on the hearts of both mother and child. The consiliatory hug after the scold, spoon-feeding the toddler (and often the 7 year old too), the exchange of silly faces between driver and passenger in the rearview mirror of the van, the swinging on the hammock, comforting the heaving child at 2am who ate too much candy, even the wiping of the bum. All of these things, as mundane as they might seem, are building something greater than we know.
Posted by Rita