It’s as if I’m cradling a lumpy sack of potatoes, heavy as a watermelon. My arm, with its withering bicep, starts to ache where her head is nestled into the crook of my elbow. My tight neck muscles sound a familiar, years-long alarm. After a few minutes, my shoulder joins in the painful protest.
And yet.
Her dark eyes, staring into mine, begin to flutter like the wings of a butterfly. She reaches for me and I gently close my fingers around her tiny hand. She squeezes tightly before resting her warm palm in mine. Her breathing slows, her little body melting into my chest. The aches and pain of my aging body disappear; six decades gone by in a flash.
But not this moment. Not if I can help it.
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Love this, Jill! Thank you!
Appreciate you, Karen.
Sweet little girl and a lovely Jamma moment.
She is and it was. Thanks, Jane.
Thank you Jill…this brought me to tears. After time with the wee ones over the holiday, this captures the glow they create within us perfectly.
Thanks Janet. So glad you had time to enjoy your little treasures–especially the latest edition.
Beautifully said, Jill. I can certainly relate. It was once so easy.
Yes, and even when it’s hard, it’s still so, so good! Thanks for commenting Patti.
This lovely moment and commentary moves me to tears – and I have never had a child! Beautiful, Jill. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and Kent!
Thanks Christine. Same to you and June!
The emanations of love and comfort.
*sigh*
Good on ya Jammy!
Yes and yes. Happy New Year to ya, Mand!
Could not agree more! Our Jack is 3 and everyday is a joy. So fortunate to live 5 minutes from him. Best present ever.
Didn’t know you’d entered GrammaLand as well. Congrats and enjoy!
This is such a welcomed Christmas message, Jill. And Happy New Year to you and your beloveds!
Xxooc
Thanks Christy, and same to you and your beloveds!