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A Mother's Presence

It is mornings such as these that I soak up, living and breathing the small treasures of being an At Home Mom.  As Babe and I casually stroll across the yard, watching birds fly, smelling a new flower, or crowning Our Lady, this month of May......I can almost touch how important it is, that I'm here.



Not all days are sunshine and dandelions, but today, it was.  And that one nearly perfect morning outside, arranging Mary's flowers, teaching Babe the sign of the cross, or how to pray for Mom, or how to blow into the wind the expired yellow flower....it's a gift.  Today, I have my gift. 


He needs me.  He needs his mother.  He needs to see my smiling face when he kisses her cheek.  He needs to see my approval, my love, my joy. 


He sits by me.  He shows me his trinkets.  We examine the earth together. 


He can't quite do it himself.  His cheeks puff out, he blows with all his might.  I hear, "Momma, help." 
I am there.  I get to be there.  I come to his side and we blow in unison, watching the little wisps fly over our heads.


He places her crown on her head.  He asks, "How's that, Momma?"
I answer him softly, "It's beautiful.  You did it."


Lord, help me to always recognize my place in my son's life.  Help me learn gratitude for all the ways you have called me, Lord.  For these mornings, in which I see Your Mother ever active in our midst, gently guiding me, showing me your gifts, and the opportunity to live in that moment.....with my Babe, my son.  Draw him to you.  Keep him close.

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Leanne said…
Sweet sweet post . . . made me smile and hold back a tear, too. What a lovely moment you had with Babe and Mary. A moment you will forever remember, and one he will remember, too. Have a wonderful weekend!
May 13, 2011 at 2:56 PM
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