Tag: love
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Answered Prayers.
A Mother’s Day Reflection My son looks at a photo of three smiling faces and asks, “where was I?” The image is incomplete, he feels lost, when he was our missing piece. “You were still a dream,” I tell him. He smiles in reply, satisfied. This dream is real, it has fingers and limbs, a…
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Can it not be redeemed? Some thoughts on grief & shame.
It is funny, isn’t it, how events, dates or seasons in the calendar can be marked with a certain mood for us. How they become marred by the shadow of a specific experience. Birthdays for me have become a little bit this way. At first I thought, no birthdays with kids just hit different. And…
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school holidays.
What did I do on my holiday? I made snacks and more snacks. Lunch, dinner, dishes, meals on repeat. I held hands, small and warm. Steered across the road, on balancing beams, secured in fears and tears. I nestled and nuzzled, with sweet faces and warm breath. I watched the rain fall on the cold…
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little hands.
Little hands warm on my face.Your touch is soft and gentle.You snuggle into me, comfort at last. My heart beat steady, felt in your chest. You Exhale.Together our bodies echo the thought – I am safe. I am home.I am loved.Little fingers busily moving.Waking from slumber and ready to play.I wrap this moment firmly in…
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something special
You say “I’m nothing special.”are you kidding me? you are superhuman / superwoman / my idol / all I want to be when I grow up / you hate confrontation and yet face issues head on / you hate superfluous greetings and yet are abundant in humour and friendly offerings / even for those who…
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Blessed are the Mothers
(in the trenches) Blessed are the mothers in the trenches Those with a newbornWhose screaming faceThey are just getting to knowAnd yet, already, love completely, intimately – eternal.Blessed are the mothersUnfolding and cracked open Struggling to bloomEmpty stomachs, full arms, The messy bun solidified with dry shampooFor the fourth, fifth, tenth? Day in a row…
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maybe
Apparently, if we don’t look after things, they can go bad -maybe even die.The garden unwateredWithersThe toy unlovedRustsThe fruit uneatenSpoils.The relationship unattendedLanguishes – maybe even dies.How terribleTo watch something with such potentialsuch hope and promisebecome dustdue to inattention.Let us chooseTo not take that which we loveFor grantedTo water the bloomsAnd watch them blossomTo take the…
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I love weddings & I love marriage more – reflections on both.
I love weddings. If you know me even a little, I doubt you are surprised by this revelation. I have been in many conversations with friends, and even acquaintances, who are lamenting an upcoming wedding or particularly their involvement in a bridal party and I pretend to sympathise, but I do not. Yes, weddings can…
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Mother’s Day – on navigating the complexity (and tricky parts of Motherhood)
This June my daughter will be turning seven and so, on the second Sunday in May, I will be observing my seventh Mother’s Day and seven years of officially being in the hood. Motherhood. In terms of the professional world, that would make me eligible for pro rata. A little taste of long service leave…
letters and lattes 