Eleven years ago I became a mother. In those first hazy days, just after the birth of my baby, I remember thinking that for the first time in my life I knew what my arms were for – to hold and protect this tiny being who had so dramatically changed me.
I hold him now and breathe in deep as his strong arms squeeze tightly. His baby softness is gone, replaced by the muscles of a boy who spends his days outdoors climbing trees. For just a moment I feel that old feeling of wanting to hold him forever but just as quickly it’s gone and he’s off to find his brothers. I stand there where he left me and say a silent prayer of gratitude that I get to be his mother, now and forever.
Photo Notes | 1. nature study pouches that I made for easter 2. woodworking lessons in the garage 3. eleven 4. little raccoon print discovered at the river 5. wild horses 6. birthday trip trilobites 7. squirrel sketches 8. “mommy, close your eyes!” 9. fern and I