Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Some Words Tumbling Out

I'm frustrated as they call me. Mommy, mommy MOMMY! A little peace please. I perform my tasks in a hurry hoping to get on to bigger and better things. As if to say this. HERE. What I'm doing, isn't a dream come true.


There I am cleaning up vomit for the one hundred millionth time, and unspeakable joy fills my soul. It hits me. 

This is not a part, but the whole. 


This is it. And I'm renewed with wonder at the task I've been given. In time, these tiny people will not be so de-pendent. They will rush and forget to call and someday leave. There will be less demand.  And I will long for it.


For now, I package up my [other] dreams ready to be opened in their own beautiful time. They will wait. My littles will not.

So when the baby wakes for the 5th time, teeth trying to push through, I open my arms and pull him close and nourish and comfort and be. 

This is who I am.

I am mother.


Linking up with the lovely Heather, just write.

12 comments:

  1. Beautiful! It's so easy to forget how very much these little moments matter!

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  2. I'm sitting here, in the hospital, about to go home with my second daughter, in a year... feeling incredibly overwhelmed.

    Your words fill me with such strength.

    I love you. Thank you.

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  3. very powerful - I remember getting discouraged with my children's demands but now - they are all grown and I miss being needed like that

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  4. very powerful - I remember getting discouraged with my children's demands but now - they are all grown and I miss being needed like that

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  5. very powerful - I remember getting discouraged with my children's demands but now - they are all grown and I miss being needed like that

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  6. Newest follower. :) Thanks so much for this post. Reading your families story and I can't help but cry and think how GOD is using your family for the GOOD!

    PRAISE HIM!

    Thanks so much for being His voice!

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  7. Oh, how I feel you! Sometimes my youngest crawls all over me, for the millionth time a day and I just want some SPACE. Just a LITTLE breath of space.

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  8. Oh I feel this. Every lovely word. Right down to the teething...

    xoxo

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  9. Just discovered your blog today....love it! My husband & I just adopted our first child - a 3 year old with Down syndrome....so I just love reading about other mommies who might look at the world a little bit differently. Your family is beautiful!!

    There's so much I want to say about this post....but mostly, just 'YES'. Yes and Amen to just BEING. It's a powerful thing!

    Glad to be following along....!

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  10. Hi
    My name is Jenna and i came across your site, Ur kids are beautiful, handsome, cute and adoreble. They are precious and special gifts. Bugs is a courageous, strong and determined fighter, he is a brave warrior, smilen champ and an inspiration. He is a super hero, super trooper and a tough cookie. I love little kids. I was born with a rare life threatening disease, developmental delays and other diagnosis. I love it when people sign my guestbook. http://www.miraclechamp.webs.com

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