I had a moment last night…you know, those instances when time seems to stand still just long enough? Just long enough to memorize that moment, to really acknowledge it, to experience it, and then consciously tuck it away into your forever memory bank? Well, that’s the gift I received last night.
I sat in my (Queen’s) spot on our big sectional. Daddy has his own (King’s) spot too. The kids can sit in those places but as soon as we come to sit down, they know instinctively to move over, lol. Back on track…I sat there, my youngest child (AD) in my lap, trying to position himself and tugging on my shirt (booby). My oldest child, my beautiful son, the one who first called me Mommy, he came in. He swooped in and gave me a hug…I inhaled him. He stood up, looking down on us intently for a moment. He then made a loving, yet clumsy and unsuccessful, attempt to join his little brother on my lap (he weighs like a buck thirty-five now and is literally still growing overnight). He ended up sort of squished in next to me, arm around me instead of the other way around, and I found myself laying my head on his (ever-broadening) chest.
…And my moment. Time just stopped. The first time any of my children have ever held me. I closed my eyes. He was so warm…he smelled like a man. My heart dropped and soared at the same time. I somehow left myself, while still staying in that moment, and really saw with my own heart the special significance of this gift…My oldest child holding me as I held my youngest child…Amazing. Another precious deposit into that forever memory bank. How can one woman be so blessed? I don’t know…but I am so thankful.
