A New Home

As I was posting to our "family" blog I found myself wondering if the post might not be more appropriate for my "personal" blog. This is when I realized that the mental distinction I had made for the two blogs being separate isn't really relevant any longer.

So, for any out there who once viewed this blog . . . I imported the posts to our family blog and hereafter will post solely to that blog. I hope to write more in-the-moment type posts on that site to compliment our customary narratives.

That's about it.

Watching the World

Endorsing a Good Cry

The lyrics to a song played at my Angel Moms meeting today . . . beautifully said.

Precious Child
Words and Music by Karen Taylor-Good

In my dreams, you are alive and well
Precious child, precious child
In my mind, I see you clear as a bell
Precious child, precious child

In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart, there is hope
'Cause you are with me still

In my heart, you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever . . . in my heart

In my plans, I was the first to leave
Precious child, precious child
But in this world, I was left here to grieve
Precious child, precious child

In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart there is hope
And you are with me still

In my heart you live on
Always there, never gone
Precious child, you left too soon,
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever . . . in my heart

God knows I want to hold you,
See you, touch you
And maybe there's a heaven
And someday I will again
Please know you are not forgotten until then

In my heart you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever . . . in my heart

And Peace Attend Thee

A few days ago, I enjoyed a rare afternoon of Isaac taking a nap . . . at the same time as Aaron, no less.

The typical routine is that Isaac goes into his room for "quiet time" while I get Aaron down for a nap. When the house has been still for a sufficient amount of time to ensure that all are sleeping or at least calmed enough to last through the evening, I open the bedroom doors. Usually, Isaac is lying on the floor or sitting in the rocking chair biding his time, but occasionally he is peacefully sleeping.

Such was the case earlier this week.

I cracked the bedroom door and peeked in to see a sweet toddler lost in dreams. I stood by and watched him sleep. I opened Aaron's door and watched him, too.

I drifted back to my early days of Motherhood and reminisced the many times I stood in the dark over Caleb's crib and watched my baby sleep. The all consuming awe that allowed me to guard my young one's dreams without ever growing bored. A time when I was capable of shutting off the impulse to do the laundry or clean the toilet or get to bed . . . and was able to

just. be. still.

Time has diminished that ability. Somewhere over the past 5 years I stopped watching my children sleep and started worrying about all the things I needed to get done during those precious minutes alone.

Today I'm grateful for the reminder of what is really precious about those minutes.

My
Sweet
Boys

Toddler Talk

I've had this conversation on the computer for months now and just read through it again today. If only all napless days were quite this adorable . . . anywho, for your reading pleasure.

Son: "MOM! Mom! My want down! My not sleeping!"
{Enter Mom}
Mom: "You didn't take a nap . . . why didn't you take a nap?"
Son: "My not" {shakes head}
Mom: "You're not what?"
Son: "My not on the floor . . . only on the floor."
Mom: "You didn't take a nap because you're not on the floor and you'll only take a nap on the floor?"
Son: "Yeah, yeah {nods before shaking again} . . . nooooooooo, no."
Mom: "No, what?"
Son: "No, nap on the floor. Only walk around. Only walk around."
{At which point mom can't help but chuckle and let the sleepless one down.}