She cradled her son in her arms; her hand softly cupped his chest. She could feel it rise and fall with every breathe he took, his tiny heart beating, as if the energy burst through his skin through her hand and straight to her heart. To hold her son and feel his heart beating, felt like the most beautiful gift a woman could ask for, better than true loves kiss. To hold her son in her arms so closely feeling his baby feet pressing on her legs, and resting her mouth on the back of his head, feeling his soft hair on her lips, was a joy as strong as iron. A joy no one could break, not with a weapon, not with words or feelings, not with anything. She felt a calm as still as the ocean come over her rest upon her soul and glide her through the cosmos. Just as the planets are perfectly aligned so that life on Earth is possible, her love for her son is so perfectly and directly imprinted on her heart that neither walking man nor woman to ever walk this earth could break it. No one could take this moment away from her and that made her feel like the most powerful woman alive, more powerful than Triton and Zeus, more powerful than David who slayed Goliath, more powerful than Daniel facing the lions.
Holding her son and feeling the love strike through her like lightning as if electricity flowed through her blood she remembered the time she first held him in her arms, the first time he opened his mouth and so naturally nuzzled his head towards her breast, as he suckled she remembered his nose pressed so closely against her she could feel the soft air on her skin. The first time he looked up at her with his deep brown eyes so intently trying to decipher the blurry tones he saw before him. She remembered the joy on his face the first time he laughed, she could see into his soul the pure hysterical laughter that gave her chills and goose bumps all at once because to hear your son laugh for the first time makes tears drop from your heart right onto the earth in thanks of what it has given you.
This beautiful bundle who is now nearly a toddler lay ever so calmly, quietly curled between her arms, she knew that no matter how old he might grow these memories are real, her boy is real and he is hers for a lifetime to love and care for, to watch and enjoy, how she loved the memories that so often reminded her and soothed her and how she loved her little boy so.
I wrote this just after putting Archie to sleep earlier this week. A very ordinary moment for me, but a very powerful moment. I am thinking of framing it in a special font to hang in the children’s room. I love words I think they can say so much.