Sometimes song…
Posted on | January 30, 2007 |
Every night here, in the swirling darkness of just before dreams, we curl together. His small soft cheek pressed against my heart, song rising up like an offering into the velvet of night. Here, every night, we reclaim each other from the day, his small fingers exploring my face, my arms wrapped tightly around his small bundle of limbs, always growing, now heavy with almost-sleep. Every night in the rocking chair, holding each other close, song is the mortar that connects us, making tesserae of our separate days whole.
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January 31st, 2007 @ 1:15 am
I have been reading your blog for a few weeks, since I found it linked on a friend’s blog. You inspired me to begin writing letters to my daughter. I will be forever grateful for that particular bit of inspiration. I understand this post completely, I can feel it even as I have just completed a letter to my girl and only a few hours ago held her with song to almost-sleep. Thank you for your beautiful words and for sharing your heart so honest.
January 31st, 2007 @ 2:07 am
This is beautiful. As a new Mama this speaks to me so much…I couldn’t have possibly written it in the same way. Thank you for sharing and writing this.
January 31st, 2007 @ 3:31 am
So beautiful.
January 31st, 2007 @ 8:47 am
Your post reminds me how remarkable I think it is that children — with no visible effort — can move us out of time, anchoring us (somehow) in the now that always is.
January 31st, 2007 @ 9:28 am
wow, wow, wow… I am always so awed by your incredibly fascile use of language… your word choice, their cadence, your ability to know exactly how much is enough. I just love reading your blog. You are inspiring me to reclaim the writer and artist that dwell in me… thank you for that. Most of all, though, thank you for helping me see the beauty that lies in all the nooks and crannies of my days. I don’t have children, but I can see so vividly through your writing the importance of noticing the moments… all the moments.
January 31st, 2007 @ 11:53 am
Love this post! there is such safe harbor in the pulse of a rocking chair, the hum of a familiar song, the pile of beautiful lashes, the precious, pink little boy lips that part slightly in the relaxation of a new sleep. Oh how i love to rock my babies!
Thanks for sharing!
January 31st, 2007 @ 1:54 pm
Oh..this made me ache for my boys as chubby, sweet toddlers! You are doing a great job of relishing each moment. My babies are now 9 & 12………
January 31st, 2007 @ 5:12 pm
Your post makes me wish for a rocking chair. My 18 month old does not know the joy of being rocked to sleep.
February 1st, 2007 @ 2:31 pm
so beautiful…
February 1st, 2007 @ 8:08 pm
I changed computers and lost my Favourites list. I’m so glad to have found my way back here again. Thank you for your beautiful writing and sharing your times with the wonderful Bean.
February 1st, 2007 @ 8:22 pm
I’ve recently taking over rocking & singing/humming Pearl to sleep from my husband and have been enjoying it a lot. Lovely post and lovely painting.
February 2nd, 2007 @ 10:40 am
such a beautiful ritual… one he is sure to always remember and cherish.
February 4th, 2007 @ 2:25 pm
Being rocked to sleep is such a primal act - and singing to our babies, to those we love - my mom had a special little lullaby she always sang for me and I love it. This is a beautiful post, especially how you use “tessarae” - oh, for a Mrs Who, a Mrs Which, and Mrs Whatsit, and dragons in the garden…
February 5th, 2007 @ 12:44 am
sounds like heaven…
February 5th, 2007 @ 7:55 pm
Awesome painting. I love your writing style, too. Totally inspiring.
February 7th, 2007 @ 5:55 am
Yes, we did this too, when Buddy Boy was my baby. Now with Punkin, there is no time. His older brother demands his share of attention… What a precious treasure. Savor it!
February 7th, 2007 @ 12:19 pm
you capture it so well! you words, your illustrations. beautiful.