A Soft Place

I hear a cry from the other room.

My body is certain this is the one thousandth time she has woken tonight.

I throw my legs over the edge of the bed and groan

I huff a small tantrum for the world to see my martyrdom.

 

But then…

There she is.

Pink cheeks glistening with big wet tears,

chubby fingers reaching for me,

gums crimson red with the burden of erupting teeth.

 

She knows of no other resting place but me.

And so we fall exhausted into one another.

She fits perfectly into the fleshy place she created on me

as we grew from one to two.

 

And as the moon filters though the blinds,

I silently promise to always be her soft place to land.

 

 

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10 thoughts on “A Soft Place

  1. I absolutely love all of this especially:

    ‘And as the moon filters though the blinds,
    I silently promise to always be her soft place to land.’

    what a powerful reminder and image…oh their poor little hearts and bodies hurting and how they look to us…overwhelming and beautiful…

    sending you love new friend:) abby:)

  2. oh my.
    This is going to be a reminder to me for when the little one comes and snatches my sleep.
    I’m going to need to remember it. I love my sleep and I’m incredibly selfish.

  3. She fits perfectly into the fleshy place she created on me

    as we grew from one to two.

    oh melissa, what a tender, exquisite post. and i could relate so well, my son waking me countless times over the past week in fever and flush. and all they want is us, to fall upon. what a good mama you are.

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