But, now that I have my own baby I can picture my Mother with me, shushing the older children as she takes me into her bedroom where the crib is. She wraps me up in a blanket, maybe grabs a special, loved, stuffed animal or toy. She sits quietly with me and sings a song or reads a book and then she holds me close as she rocks me until I fall asleep. She strokes her cheek on my soft downy baby head and smells the back of my neck where the baby smell seems to linger and she soaks in the moment, just as I do with Eliza. Just as her mother did with her. And by becoming a mother myself I am linked to all of the women that came before me. And I can't help but love them more because now I understand how much love my Mom has for me.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
But, now that I have my own baby I can picture my Mother with me, shushing the older children as she takes me into her bedroom where the crib is. She wraps me up in a blanket, maybe grabs a special, loved, stuffed animal or toy. She sits quietly with me and sings a song or reads a book and then she holds me close as she rocks me until I fall asleep. She strokes her cheek on my soft downy baby head and smells the back of my neck where the baby smell seems to linger and she soaks in the moment, just as I do with Eliza. Just as her mother did with her. And by becoming a mother myself I am linked to all of the women that came before me. And I can't help but love them more because now I understand how much love my Mom has for me.
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