a mused
February 1, 2016 § 4 Comments
I worried for a time my joy was too intricately tied to my children’s. From the moment they were born, I could lose myself just marveling at their presence; counting fingers and toes as if to challenge the impossibility of their reality.
Its undeniable, children radiate the most gorgeous, extravagant love. It’s the purest, most uncomplicated and terrifyingly all consuming affection.
I wondered if that energy would change as they matured into new phases and tested expressions of self. It didn’t. Their humor and compassion, the messy mistakes and the perfect clarity of innocent wisdom still leave me winded with gratitude for their presence.
In motherhood I found a new calling of self, too.
I make it my work to assign value to the hours my children are absent in my days, to fill my day with purpose and interest, accomplishment and engagement. The small pursuits and larger dreams that by day’s end reflect my light in their company.
We inspire the best of one another, for one another, together.
This first day of February, I am dwelling in a sentiment of love, a muse of gratitude.
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What a beautiful shot of you all–your joy as a mother shines right through . . .
Thank you, Kay! After loosing so many family photographs last year, I have come to place a higher priority on preserving my favorites.
And you smile with your eyes, a window to your heart…that says it all mom 🙂
Thank you, Mark.