hundreds of thingks: Snippity Snip

I believe in God.

How else is it possible for life to be designed so that the pain a mother may feel when the apron strings are finally snipped is minimized?

I remember when this little boy was a tiny wisp of a future. I remember his Moby days when he slept right next to my skin when we went out to town. I recommend the Moby to all moms - we hold them close for only so long. Don't miss any second of it. Babywearing is not just a fashion statement nor a back-to-basics fad: it is your chance to hold your baby close for as long as you can. I love the Moby and what it gave me and my son.

This tiny wisp of a future just inhaled all the Life he could and moved from being in the stroller to walking on his own when we go out. This surely feels nothing like the warmth of the Moby. My heart was walking around untethered and exposed to the dangers of escalators, weariness and too-open spaces. I suppose this is why mothers are such strong people - our heart walks around and we simply have to steel ourselves to the fact that we are so open and vulnerable to all there is in the world. The only other choice is to forever hold our heart close and away from the world - but what kind of mother would do that to her child?

My little sweetheart is letting the scissors angle yet again as he started to let go of the stroller this weekend - and I can't even think of holding the blade back. He's 18 months and he's teaching me about strength and how much one can bear for a little bit of Life to grow. Now how can something that connected and complicated and intertwined exist within the structure of Life if there wasn't an All-knowing Architect designing it all?

I'm glad I have someone who has such a light heart walking this road with me. He brings so much laughter into our days. His take on life is much lighter than mine so I lean on him when I feel the heavy texture of my mother days.

And I watch my son lean on him as the little one learns about life. I'm so very glad Elijah has his hand to hold and his footsteps to follow. They make Life look like a friend asking to come over to play just because.