June 12, 2006
Awake and alive
In the still dark hours of the night.
Restless; counting; bored.
A small boy standing beside the bed,
Scurrying up to lay next to his mama.
This is the reason
God granted me this time to be awake
With my small son,
To feel his breath, to touch his silky skin.
I have been blessed with this time to
Appreciate his life, his being.
How lucky I am to be awake to connect
With his soul, with his spirit, with his love.
This is what motherhood is all about,
Quiet times in bed when no one is awake.
Silent "Thank yous" for the blessings that are
Silent "I love yous" to penetrate the dreaming angel
Who is my son.
I am humbled before whomever created such a being;
Whomever led the way as I grew him inside my womb.
A child is love;
Unconditional love; pure love; blessed love.
The best love.