Dear, sweet moments, all alone with you, let me recognize this sacred space. My children are in the hands of wonderful teachers right now, in the perfect place for them, and I am alone to cherish these moments of ease and flow, without disruption. Let me practice flowing when it is the easiest. This is my gift to my children, and to me, to practice flowing, presence, inner peace, healed perception... I am grateful for this moment. I know what beauty it holds. I recognize the gift. In this moment, all is possible. Let me flow with it, and miss none of the beauty.
Photo by Daria Obymaha on Pexels.com Sinking lips into your tiny round cheeks, I'm home. Holding your tiny head to my heart, caressing my chin to your downy baby 'chicken fluff' we'll come to call it later, I'm home. Taking in your baby magic scent, I'm home. Pressing nose to nose, forehead to forehead, staring wide-eyed into each other's eyes, I'm home. Toting little bum and dangling legs around my middle, I'm home. Filled with purpose as you point where to go, what you see, I'm home. Your eyes, new windows to a world I thought I knew, I'm home. Holding you with fever, picking you up when you fall, I'm home. Navigating the years between, boxes of your firsts, every paint brush and pen stroke a miracle, I'm home. Saving pottery penguins, turtles, shiny red roses, a burrito with all the fixings immortalized in clay, I'm home. Kid sister fruit and craft stand on the corner, change clinking in coin purse, mag