Joining with The Gypsy Mama over at (in)courage today for a five minute un-edited free write about the topic of her choice:
still...
still...
There you are, still in our bed.
Our littlest boy, too big for a crib,
too small for a bed of your own.
We still love to snuggle in beside you.
No, I reassure my husband, he will not be still in our bed when he is fifteen.
I am sure of that, yet I know it is time for him to move out,
to move in with his big brothers.
I need more sleep, less interrupted sleep,
fewer fingers groping my face and fewer feet in my husband's nose.
Still,
there you are.
Our baby, our boy.
The one nursling I was able to bring into my bed
now the last one I want to leave.
So much energy you have expelled all day long,
strange to see you suddenly lying still,
arms and leg reaching out to find your missing mom.
I'm still here.
Behind the camera.
Watching you sleep.
Wishing you could stay this age always.
Still...
oh because my last little one (who is not little) is my son, i so relate! that snuggly love that only a little boy can offer his mama... beautiful.
ReplyDelete(my son is 14 & on vacation with his grandparents... and i am missing him like crazy, ready for his welcome home hug, the kind only he can give!)
I love this! thanks for taking 5 minutes to write your words.
ReplyDeleteOh how sweet! God bless you for sharing your post & your bed space! haha.
ReplyDeleteIt's not easy sleeping with a little one in your bed. Hopefully he's getting his own bed soon and you'll be snoozing (and he will too) away!
Oh this makes me want to cry. As hard as it to be mommy to little ones, I STILL want then to stay little.
ReplyDeleteEven when we don't have favorites, there is still something special about the youngest. Mine is 26, but I can count on her to show up for Sunday dinner, our time to reconnect and share our week and our thoughts and dreams.
ReplyDeleteEven when we don't have favorites, there is still something special about the youngest. Mine is 26, but I can count on her to show up for Sunday dinner, our time to reconnect and share our week and our thoughts and dreams.
ReplyDeleteLoved this~my sweet yr. old daughter still ends up in our bed fairly early in the night. Sometimes it does feel like she will be 15 and still with us LOL!~Theresa
ReplyDeleteMine too! I think I'll be sad when she's not anymore…unless of course she is 15 then I might change my mind. :)
ReplyDeletehow sweet this is...and i love the picture that goes along with it. your words are beautiful (and so is your heart). peace.
ReplyDeleteOh you've pulled the heart strings. Mine (boys) are adults now, but I remember the days when they ended up laying across my legs and I'd wake up from dreams of paralysis! LOL :)
ReplyDeleteSometimes I wish they were still little...had I known...but hey that's in my 5 minute post.
Glad to meet a kindred spirit.
Blessings.
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ReplyDeleteI came to the comment section to write words of thanks for verbalizing what I am feeling from our littlest one, as well. However, after reading all these lovely comments already posted, I am moved to say that you are TRULY a gift to your followers (and followers-to-be)...are you hearing what these kindred spirits are telling you?!? Your heart IS BEAUTIFUL, Misty. The post itself brought tears to my eyes, but reading these comments made them spill out. Oh, and I also love the way you didn't change the pillows around to show matched pillowcases...just a snuggly, cozy bed. Is that pillowcase on the right from your or R's childhood? We have a few of those floating around our house. The kids love them because Mommy or Daddy used them as kids, and they are so soft! H2U!!
ReplyDeleteThank you all for such kind words. Jenn - your support just fills me up to overflowing! And yes, that Ziggy pillow is the softest thing in the linen closet :) .
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