In a torrent of tears, I slip off both boots.
Each a child's size 9 with purple polka dots,
and each on the wrong foot.
A deluge of emotion
probably caused by an unwanted surge of hormones
(if not the lint that was generously added to my coffee by chubby fingers)
is the reason for this wet and salty overflow.
Methodically I help wrangle the proper foot into each boot,
then gently pull down a denim pant leg over the top.
Tenderly my daughter asks
"Are you okay now mom?"
And through the blur I answer
"Yes. I'll be okay.
I love you guys very much. And I love being your momma...
...but sometimes it makes me dizzy."
Analeen...I am a daily visitor to your blog, and I have never commented...but I love visiting you...and someday I will comment really long and introduce myself,but I have to make supper and am nursing a baby while I type...and I just want to send you an understanding hug. And a whiper in your ear that there will be an easier day...and that it is WORTH IT.
ReplyDeleteI just had my 6th...and you give me courage when I think of you with 7...and I printed out your commet about truth giving color to circumstantial gray...
I'll pray for you this evening! ~Gwenda
Dear Dawn,
ReplyDeleteYou bless me.
One of these days I'd like to read that long comment very much, but for now, keep treading water ;-)
In the midst of those tears today I sobbed to my husband
"These are The Good Ol' Days. And this... is just part of the package."
I embrace it all!
Thanks for the hug, it was just what the doctor ordered.
~Analene
'Lene, I understand your dizzyness, and yet feel guilty every time I feel it myself. I'm praying for you my friend and know that our ever-faithful Lord will continue to uphold you in the midst of even the most wonderful/difficult days you are living.
ReplyDeleteLove you, Nauna
Analene, sweet tears letting your children know just how human you are. Just how normal you are! Just think if you were perfect what they would have to live up to :-)
ReplyDeleteHere's a big {hug}~ dear friend, these are the good ol' days. The days you will remember. The days you will long for. The days you will cherish.
I hope the Lord sent you a super duper mocha to enjoy.
After days like this, for me, children's bed times are a time of breathing deeply, looking at my sleeping baby and caressing her chubby cheeks. That always makes me feel better.
hugs, hugs, hugs, hugs, hugs~ Cinnamon
Like Dawn, I have never commented but have been reading for a long time.
ReplyDeleteYou have been so blessed and you seem to handle it so beautifully and with such humility.
Praying for an evening out of hormones and peaceful heart for you.
Amen
ReplyDeleteAnaleen, I have read your blog for a couple months now and have never commented. This was very timely for me. Thank you for your honesty, and through that your encouragement to other moms. I'll keep you in my prayers.
ReplyDeleteI heard about your blog through good friends of ours at our church, Gordon and Judy R. :-)
{HUGS!}
ReplyDeleteLove you...
OH Analene! It's been a while since I've been by. Your family is growing more beautiful!! Congratulations. Those hormonal fluxes will soon pass. :)I feel so blessed each time I stop by.
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