Monday, September 10, 2012

inching back

After a day in bed it feels strange to stand on my two feet, holding hands with my morning boy and tip toeing downstairs to find breakfast.
He seems thrilled to see me up and about - it's such a strange thing for him to have mama unavailable for a whole day... he spent much of his Sunday snuggled up beside me patting my cheeks and murmuring in his baby tones, "Mama sick? Mama better now? Mama still sick? Mama better now, ok?"
He couldn't get close enough and needed to climb on top of me, and would wail brokenheartedly when i would shove him off.
Sweet son.
Our fingers are still intertwined as i survey a kitchen that i didn't get to say goodnight to - the popcorn maker is out and there are cups and bowls on the counters. i start the coffee, get my little one a bowl of the sugary cereal his daddy bought when he pulled grocery duty for me because he knew he was leaving bright and early for another business trip, and i begin to clear counters.
My little one dances around me.
He still has marker all over his tummy and his hair is a rat's nest of white fluff. Never in the history of human kind has someone been more of a morning person than my boy. Before long, i hear the shower running and little feet plodding either up or down stairs to meet me on the main level. i love this job.
At 8am sharp, we meet on the couch... and our school day begins.
It's such an achy inching start - stumbling readers stuttering through II Chronicles. Little baby, who prays for, "Daddy be nice to me and he loves mama." Squabbles erupting and being silenced as we plod through poetry and history. A special word being given to my four year old to memorize out of all the latin and greek cards; i tell him, "bonus is your special word, Gagey... it means 'good'.  i want you to memorize that one, k?"
"You call me your bonus, mama..." He guesses my pleasure in giving him this word.
"Yes. i do." i wink at him.
And it feels so good to start another week.
It's such a fresh start - so many new mercies to unwrap as the sun rises.
i'll wash my sheets, i'll clean the bathrooms, i'll make it outside and blink in the sunshine.
So, thank you Father - for this fresh start... and for your Great Love that allows it to be...

Lamentations 3:22-23

New International Version (NIV)
22 Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
23 They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.

2 comments:

Laura said...

Welcome back, momma! I am in the throes of a cough that is sucking the life-force out of me... so I can empathize with your post. Love your twirling together of words and love and children and Jesus and your heart. Bless you. xo

Marcy P said...

This was a beautiful word picture Paige. I love how you take pleasure in what the world may see as a chore or drudgery. It certainly is not. You made me appreciate those moments even more today. Thanks!! Teaching our littles (and not-so-littles) is an amazing journey.

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