Be gentle with me today. My heart is tender, my soul is tired, and my spirit is weary.
I love my children, I miss my son, I wish I could hold on to these tender and increasingly rare moments we have together.
So many times in the past I felt melancholy, bitter sweet, because that particular moment was so precious, everything was so very right, I wanted to hold on to it. I knew I would miss it when it was gone.
I was right.
I miss having that little baby look up at me while he nursed.
I miss having that little hand holding tight to mine as he practiced walking.
I miss watching him learn, seeing the light of discovery in his face.
I miss listening to his ideas and plans, however impossible and impractical.
I miss that time when we were all everything to each other.