The morning mother
When the sun dances in shadows on the wall through the blinds in horizontal stripes of brightness, you know the day is going to shine. Today the sky is dove grey and white and the light in the bedroom is dim. Dim enough to want to stay lingering in the warmth of the covers.
Today the boy is freshly two And though we’ve had days like this before, the laughter and fun that turns to tears from a bumped head or the suggestion to put a diaper on, the exchange on this day is heightened. It’s been two years of disrupted sleep. Of learning to be present,
or organic I say, about every moment of the day.