hand holding
i love it when....
jack holds my hand while i'm driving the car. it's usually after we haven't seen each other most the day, like when i go pick him up from dawn, or late at night. i will reach back all awkwardly and contortionist status into the back seat, and he will hold my hand. and sometimes, he takes his little thumb and rubs my hand with it, just like i do to him. sigh...happiness is holding hands with my son as my arm is falling asleep and all sorts of muscles i didn't know i had are aching. happiness is coming home to a small blonde haired blue eyed (yes matthew, i know, hitler youth) boy, who loves me, and is so smart it makes me wonder at how much we really know about children.
happiness to me is not the absence of conflict, or pain, or processing, happiness is found in the moments where jack holds my hands, tells me that he "loves you dawg" and volunteers the fact that he is "happy". there is nothing that brings an immediate soothing after a long, tiring day like my son's unconditional acceptance of me.
the flip side of that is that even now as i sit here in some sort of strange utopia about how fantastic mommy-hood is, i can hear you through the monitor, refusing to nap. jumping in your bed and talking to yourself...i swear child, nothing can calm me down or make me hot faster than you being sweet, or you being disobedient. oi vey...child...i swear...
ahhh the balance...it's a good thing i guess that he is not perfect...otherwise you wouldn't be able to tell he was related to his dad! HAHAHAH i know that was so wrong, but it was so funny...i really didn't mean that everyone, no one freak out on me, i just thought it was funny. hahahahahaha
jack holds my hand while i'm driving the car. it's usually after we haven't seen each other most the day, like when i go pick him up from dawn, or late at night. i will reach back all awkwardly and contortionist status into the back seat, and he will hold my hand. and sometimes, he takes his little thumb and rubs my hand with it, just like i do to him. sigh...happiness is holding hands with my son as my arm is falling asleep and all sorts of muscles i didn't know i had are aching. happiness is coming home to a small blonde haired blue eyed (yes matthew, i know, hitler youth) boy, who loves me, and is so smart it makes me wonder at how much we really know about children.
happiness to me is not the absence of conflict, or pain, or processing, happiness is found in the moments where jack holds my hands, tells me that he "loves you dawg" and volunteers the fact that he is "happy". there is nothing that brings an immediate soothing after a long, tiring day like my son's unconditional acceptance of me.
the flip side of that is that even now as i sit here in some sort of strange utopia about how fantastic mommy-hood is, i can hear you through the monitor, refusing to nap. jumping in your bed and talking to yourself...i swear child, nothing can calm me down or make me hot faster than you being sweet, or you being disobedient. oi vey...child...i swear...
ahhh the balance...it's a good thing i guess that he is not perfect...otherwise you wouldn't be able to tell he was related to his dad! HAHAHAH i know that was so wrong, but it was so funny...i really didn't mean that everyone, no one freak out on me, i just thought it was funny. hahahahahaha
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you amaze me. i read this and i tear up, laugh, smile, cry a little. on top of it all, i want. to experience it, all of it. the good and the bad, the happy and the sad, the joy and the frustration. someday i will experience it all, and i can't wait.
Beautiful Story! i gotta laugh out of his dad comment -hey i would say that about david too :)
your a great mom girl!!!
<3
Janea
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