Motherhood

Motherhood

picstitchweekend

We had a weekend of basically doing nothing special.  The kids were off last week, living my childhood–Shark on a trip with my mom, Hurricane in Baltimore with my aunt and uncle, being thoroughly spoiled.  And then finally we were back together, which was such a relief.  We drank coffee (some of us with enormous floating marshmallows in it) and made foam core board daggers and inhaled large quantities of cream over spools of white pasta.  We played Where’s Waldo on my iPad and read books and laughed and fought.  The best moments were when they were leaning on me, putting their heads on my lap, in the crook of my arm, on the round pillow of my abdomen.  I am proud of how independent and flexible they are, but the weight of them makes me feel useful in a way that my other work cannot, even when I know I am not giving them all that I wish I could or feel I should.

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