Dirty bathwater heralds the start of spring, a testament to the hours played outside with the dust clinging to their still soft skin. Gone are the drifts of snow that lingered FOREVER not ready to give up until well into March and well past spring break.
As the days hug the sun close, not letting it slip under the covers of the horizon until it’s actually bedtime, I cherish the laughter that rings out through the chilly evening air as children chase each other using blankets for masks and bare soles as shoes. Inside other souls awaken from the cold night of winter into the fresh dawn of spring.
And now as they peacefully slumber I resist the urge to steal into their rooms for one last hug, one last kiss… the chance to breathe in the fresh aroma of Dove soap and flowery shampoo. These children that grate on my last dangling nerve by the end of a busy day are also the ones that have burrowed themselves so deeply in my heart that to remove them would mean the destruction of my mother-soul.
So I whisper in the dark, “Protect them, Lord. Watch them and keep them. Woo them like only a Creator-God can, into your shelter of rest.”
Comments (4)
I have stayed up the past 2 nights reading your book. THANK YOU. I am a child life specialist and it gave me wonderful insight into the thoughts and emotions that are experienced. I have been following your story since Ryan was born. Thank you for the freshness that comes in your raw emotion!
This Mother Soul post is so beautiful Leighann! I loved it! 🙂
Linda
This post is so cool…love it!
Beautiful words Leighann! I loved this post. I am yet to read your book (I’d better get over to Amazon now!) but was wondering who you had it published by? I am halfway through writing my own book about our two precious sons and am wondering who would be good to send it to.
Bridget xx
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