I lay next to him waiting for his slowed breathing. In his big boy bed. At least I fit here.
And then he shifts. Again.
This time he uses his head as a pivot and raises his back end high into the air and pushes me even closer to the edge. I settle him and take a deep breathe.
Maybe my breathing will signal his subconscious to begin to release. I lay there thinking. The words flow from my mind writing themselves there.
Will I be able to recapture them before they escape or since they have been used in my mind, are they gone?
Whatever it is, I am enjoying the word pictures reliving the day.
Sweet Girl got her hair cut for 2nd grade. She wanted it styled. And it is. She looks like she is fourteen. No, she looks seven, but a very mature seven. And now she is putting her clothes on after her shower and making her lips glossy. On purpose.
Not to be a princess.
But to be beautiful.
Where'd she go, my little girl? How do I navigate through this? How do I encourage her to embrace childhood and enjoy her beauty without flaunting it and being vain?
And yet, she is still seven. Playing at the park for hours today without an end--until promised ice cream--JOY!
He's quiet and still. I stealthily slide away from him tip-toeing into the bathroom for a much needed shower. I leave their door cracked open and push the bathroom door shut, mostly. Hearing panicked breathing and pitter pattering outside the door, I freeze holding my breath. Bare toes run back and I start to breathe. Did he go to bed?
Do I take a shower? Will that disturb him? Will he come in crying for me?
I decide to chance it and step in, still holding my breathe. Turning on the shower, I wait. Nothing. I stand in the peaceful heat and relax.
In this life, this is where I find meaning. Deepness is found here in my child's bed, at the park, in the stillness.
-Just Write
And then he shifts. Again.
This time he uses his head as a pivot and raises his back end high into the air and pushes me even closer to the edge. I settle him and take a deep breathe.
Maybe my breathing will signal his subconscious to begin to release. I lay there thinking. The words flow from my mind writing themselves there.
Will I be able to recapture them before they escape or since they have been used in my mind, are they gone?
Whatever it is, I am enjoying the word pictures reliving the day.
Sweet Girl got her hair cut for 2nd grade. She wanted it styled. And it is. She looks like she is fourteen. No, she looks seven, but a very mature seven. And now she is putting her clothes on after her shower and making her lips glossy. On purpose.
Not to be a princess.
But to be beautiful.
Where'd she go, my little girl? How do I navigate through this? How do I encourage her to embrace childhood and enjoy her beauty without flaunting it and being vain?
And yet, she is still seven. Playing at the park for hours today without an end--until promised ice cream--JOY!
He's quiet and still. I stealthily slide away from him tip-toeing into the bathroom for a much needed shower. I leave their door cracked open and push the bathroom door shut, mostly. Hearing panicked breathing and pitter pattering outside the door, I freeze holding my breath. Bare toes run back and I start to breathe. Did he go to bed?
Do I take a shower? Will that disturb him? Will he come in crying for me?
I decide to chance it and step in, still holding my breathe. Turning on the shower, I wait. Nothing. I stand in the peaceful heat and relax.
In this life, this is where I find meaning. Deepness is found here in my child's bed, at the park, in the stillness.
-Just Write
You are in the trenches of motherhood, when taking a shower feels like going to the spa. I remember those days and you took me there well with your words. And the best way to teach your daughter about body image is modelling it for her. My daughter has never been a follower and I am so glad. She just got her hair highlighted like a picture she saw on Pinterest. It's blue and purple - eek. She is artsy and creative and smart and loves not following the crowd. I want to be like her some day!! :)
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