One day at a time...

I found this on the other blog.. and it so definitely should have been on this one... no problem, good to work on it again and polish it:

Am still on the bed, sleepy eyed and warm when he extends one wrist to me , a pair of cuff links held in the other hand. In the act of putting them in, I glance up to catch an unsually tender smile playing on his lips and reflected in his eyes. "I love you, mummy" she says, suddenly holding me tight, her arms squeezing my neck just as I finish brushing her teeth. Her curls escaping her two little braids to frame her face.  He's an alien today, talking like a robot - a particularly unfocused one at that, and at a remark from me which they all find strangely funny, he laughs exactly as I would expect a robot to laugh, staccato... "ha. ha. ha. ha.. haaaaa. " And the exasperation melts away in my own suppressed laughter. And the eldest, God bless her soul, has been ready since six thrity, and has packed her brother's backpack and lined up his shoes and socks as well.

The morning is sprinkled with moments like this, amidst a flurry of activites to prepare them and send them off  in a happy attitude, as best one can, to face their respective days . There is much to be said for September after school starts even though all summer I dread it, dread them going back to school.

After all the kisses and hugs and goodbyes, he runs back from the car, hugs me, face pressed in tight, and says, "mommy thank you for making a special lunch for me."

And I make my mug of coffee and curl up, the small of my back cushioned into the softness of the arm chair, tthe unread book open on my lap, to enjoy a few moments of solitude before I start working, glad today that I dont have to go  to work. The house is huge and empty, but the silence is fuller perhaps because of all that fills it. And as I breathe it in, I am quiet enough to realise how content I am. Complete.