I very nearly bawled my little green eyes out this morning all over the clothes I was folding.
Why?
As ever: because of a song.
I was listening to Plumb’s “In My Arms” (which is FREE at Noisetrade right now, along with 5 other pieces of musical honey) for the first time since having a baby. I used to think that song was a little cheesy. But now I’m a mom. I get it. And there’s no cheese about it. Except maybe the sweet, cream cheese icing kind of cheese.
Anyway. It’s going so fast. Too fast. Elijah is rocketing skyward. He’s talking and giggling and – I swear – holding entire conversations with me and others in a language that can only be described as Screech. And before I know it, he won’t want to talk to or be around me anymore, and after that he might want to, but he won’t need to. He’ll be a grown man, showering his own beloved wife with kisses and diapering his own babies’ perfect little butts.
How do mom’s do this?
A few days ago I was wondering if music is done with me. Now I’m not entirely sure I’m not done with it.
No, I’m not done with it.
But it is, at best, a back burner love these days, a tool I’ll use only as often as needed to say to this boy what no other form of communication can convey.
I just don’t want to miss a second of Elijah’s fleeting days. I want to soak in every one.
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amy courts: en route 
You are such a loving and beautiful woman! I feel blessed to know you and your elegant description of motherhood.
Comment by christyclay September 10, 2011 @ 9:08 pm