Happiness
Tonight, the lights are on in my house. Tonight, three gorgeous children are snuggling around me on the old worn blue sofas. Tonight I have a hand on each child, and heads cuddling my lap. Tonight, my fears are calmed and my worries soothed.
Tonight, I am a mother. Tonight my children, all my children are home and I am so content. Tonight life is wonderful. Tonight, I am exactly where and how I want to be. Tonight, being a mother at home, watching the television, normally a completely pedestrian activity is heightened to an extraordinary one.
There is no greater love than a parent for their children, and tonight, my heart sings, soars and swoops in happiness at having my children back. I am doing what I was born to do, to nurture, succour and just be there.
I am determined to try and hug this happiness to me. Perhaps in the days ahead, days of tests, needles and scans, I can try and keep this hot water bottle of maternal love warm to insulate me against those awful cold days which I will face.
But that is all for another time. Tonight I am happy to be here, in London, now.
Minerva
11 comments:
Hold onto that feeling. It lasts such a short time under normal circumstances. Don't you wish you push a button in your brain and go to that place when you start to feel down?
Let them all snuggle up and keep you warm in the glow of their love on this cold and icy night darling...
Tonight and tomorrow and the next day after and all of the years of your life Minerva, you will not have to "try and keep this hot water bottle of maternal love warm to insulate you",
No trying at all because that maternal love is in your heart where it will never cool and where it will stay..forever.. love Terry
That love will always be there, in both directions!
I am happy you are there as well!
alan
Awww what huggily snuggily thoughts. A banquet for the soul :-)
my heart soars with yours, at the words, and the emotions behind them.
God has blessed you.
Isn't it funny how the hard stuff makes the simple things that much better. There's so much magic and wonder in the everyday lives we take for granted. As I've said before, I'm sorry that you have to ride the rough ride, but very happy that you have found the good though it all.
So many just get bitter and upset and fixate on the whole ordeal, in effect losing the battle long before it is over.
Your sense of perspective and focus is inspiring, Minerva. I suspect the elder folks you talked about in your previous entry haven't dqueezed as much real living out of their years as you have from yours.
You've got the quality thing nailed. Your kids know that. So do we.
Thinking of you from the other London...
That beautiful feeling, and this wonderful Christmas will keep you soaring high.
Dear Minerva...I am going to email you and ask your premission for something...Love Terry
Dearest Minerva
This comment on my blog is just as precious as you are.
It is from my freind Mrs. Mac and I just had to share it with you!...Love Terry...
Mrs. Mac said.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful, touching moment between a mother and her very dear precious children. I'm sure this memory of a moment in time will bring great comfort to her in the days and medical procedures that are just ahead... but for that moment, time stood still and will live on in her heart.
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