Monday, January 30, 2012

A portrait of a very small mother.

In the morning as I check my email and hope the kids can, for a small time, play happily without my moderation, I hear my girl. While my boy sits at my feet pulling toy and book and book and toy into the chaos that he makes I hear her whispering. She whispers sweet things to her bear and her baby as she tucks them in. The two of them under two blankets, together. One blanket on top of another, on top of them both and I hear her whisper, "share".

And she and I hear one another.

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