Wednesday, August 11, 2010

::big girl::

Fuzzy tangerine hair catches the sunlight bouncing off our cream walls. Cerulean eyes, wide as saucers, catch mine from beneath fiery feathered lashes. Your brows jump suddenly, you lift your arm to flop your chubby, knuckle-dimpled hand up-down-up-down, in a wave.

"Hi!"

There, hanging in the air, like you've said it a million times before, is your first word. A greeting. An invitation to interact. An acknowledgement of relationship. A verbal expression of acceptance.

"Hi!"

I say it back, and mimic your wave, hoping to hear it again. That sweet voice that grew within me from a seed, until I ballooned and birthed you into this hard world. The little breath of anticipation you take just before you speak, the breath that reminds me how simple all of this really is, that I too often lose simplicity in the shuffle of daily tasks and expectations.

"Hi!"

And I smile, I am sure bigger than ever before. I can't help but approach and say, "Up?" just to see you lift your arms, waiting for my embrace.

To be a mother renders me full, satisfied, saturated in peace.




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11 comments:

  1. Oh, I'm so glad you are rejoicing in your motherhood; in your beautiful, beautiful daughter. I love "fuzzy tangerine hair ... cerulean eyes ... fiery feathered lashes."

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  2. Thinking of first words makes me cry. Your daughter is a sweetheart.

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  3. pure joy...
    over and over and over....

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  4. How sweet is your description...I am saddened that I have to think really hard to remember those days and mine are still young!

    Life unfolding before your very eyes...so precious is your little!

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  5. oh this is sooooo sweet - love the pic - and what you've written
    I too often as well lose simplicity in the shuffle of daily tasks and expectations and sometimes a child's smile can make us stop and think..

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  6. Love this! I can almost hear her squealing with delight because of your perfect discription. Beautiful. :)

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  7. meg.... this is SOOOO well written. oh you brought me right there. and yes, tears. this ballooning into life, this burgeoning of babe... meg i LOVE LOVE LOVE this. :) and i also loved what you said about creation in the comment box. love you girl.

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  8. Awesome, that first time they utter words we recognize...

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  9. "the breath that reminds me how simple all of this really is," so sweet. What a gift. This takes me back to similar treasures! Thanks.

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  10. The blessing of a single, simple word. Beautiful.

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  11. oh I love it. such a precious reminder of their innocence and beauty. many times as a mom, those small beauties get lost in the shuffle and bustle of a day. but to pause and revel in the beauty of their growth, discoveries, and firsts. so wonderful.

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