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Summer has slipped in swiftly with its beckoning leisure.
How sweet the simplistic joys of this season.
Summer fruits and lemonades,
Bikes and bubbles.
Wild forest blooms, picked and placed in just the right spaces.
Screen doors and smiling boys.
This is summer
The vibrant green is growing deeper. The forest is filled out with leaves now curling with mid-summers heat.
Days are past in pleasure.
Each season has the sweeping poetry of heaven, matching the rhythmic needs of our souls, summer's warmth slows our pace, the murmuring of a breeze through the leaves is best observed on a quilt looking with awe at the choreography of the heavens, watching a garden sprout slowly nurturing the miracle of growth, the way the crickets and frogs sing dusk's lullabies soothing us to rest,
This is summer
A restoration of slow undemanding wonder.
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Undemanding Wonder
Thursday, July 31, 2014
My Wild
Thursday, July 17, 2014
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This boy, yep the one with the twinkle, the one who just became a big brother for the second time in the young of his two years.
This one I knew was special, from the moment he was born in the deep of that mid-winter night.
I knew he was going to grow me, up and stretch me out, fill me to the fullest.
He knows just how to handle the world around him.
In his own manner.
He got my single minded determination and his Father’s focus.
The lungs of a sailor with the pitch of a toddler.
He knows how to climb, higher then his mamas heart can handle.
The ability to escape like an artist.
Finicky taste-buds
Crocked feet and bowed legs.
He is my wild.
And I am his calm.
Science is proving something remarkable happens neurologically during the toddler years, millions of cells die. And the cure for this brain transition is touch.
Touch
The power of my arms wrapping the uncertainties of his growing world in comfort.
This is another gentle revelation of Gods infinite wisdom.
That when the young demand the most of every part of us, when discipline, and time-outs, and tears and tantrums escalate and there is no cure but to collapse to the level of your little, in desperation you hope your hug will sooth this moment over.
You know, I am learning with this little, my wild one, that tenderness takes me further faster then furry or frustration. Maybe this was Gods way of perfectly matching a child’s needs with a mothers abilities. Us collapsing together, his frustrations melting into mine, when my only tool against the tantrum is holding him through it!
I am finding that the surest way back to peace, for him, for me, how to truly help him through the moments of upheaval is to display tenderness. Calming him enough to make eye contact, so he sees confidence, peace and deep love. Lowering my voice to a hush, whispering soothing words over him. Taking a steady hand to hold his, or rub his back, or take him in an embrace.
Not giving into his whim, not caving and letting him get away with anger and tantrums, but lovingly walking him away from his frustration, leading him back to wholeness, loving him through even these moments of wild!
Restoration comes through touch, purposeful and patient.
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Savor the Awe
Friday, June 27, 2014
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It has been a glorious three weeks soaking in the tender moments of infancy. Time seems to be slipping by all to swiftly. The first days of new life are behind us. There has been growth and change. I have held on to every moment, with an ache of a love that knows this stage is fleeting.
He has been in arms, wrapped in a sling, deep hours of night are spent with him peacefully beside me his sweet breathing the lullaby of my nights.
He is perfectly contented with the sway of my movements the rhythmic comfort of my heartbeat, the scent of my skin and the gentle brush of my nurturing kiss. These are the earliest declarations of love, the way to seep love deep into the newborn soul, long before language and the formation of words. This is His place,
cradled safely among the comforts of motherhoods gifts.
It is perfect.
Every once in a while I must lay him down to attend to life around me, and when these rare moments take place I have a delightful little spot in the corner of my kitchen where the sun pours in and the hum of family life is constant. The bassinet was gifted to me by a friend who knew I loved white and wicker and the soothing sound the rocking makes upon the hard wood, it is aged with memories of bygone days. When I lay my little one down I wonder at the mothers who used it during the century before, romantic notion, I know.
In a world where infancy is rushed, and romance, the falling into love, is hushed away, silenced by busy. I am grateful that my Heavenly Father has lead me to understand that Holiness breaths life into a heart, a home a family. And when a miracle happens, we are to slow, to savour the awe of it, and tenderly embrace the gift.
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Before Brennan
Sunday, June 15, 2014
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The afternoon before Brennan was born Spring was lovely and called our family outdoors, I felt the anticipation of meeting my new baby deeply and thought walking and fresh air would help pass time. It did and just a few hours after the glorious sunshine day spent by the river we met our little darling!
I have very few pictures of me being pregnant with Brennan. These were taken just a few hours before I went into labour I am so grateful now we have these family pictures. Though I must say our family is much more handsome with the addition of Brennan, he adds something extraordinary to our family!
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