The little one didn’t nap, fussed all day, wouldn’t take a bath, wouldn’t eat, and now wouldn’t go to sleep, and as I was trying with all my might to get him to change his mind, the older one sat down next to me and put his head on my shoulder. I thought, I swear, if he riles up this damn baby, or makes him wake up, or . . .” when he said, “Mom, my heart has a lot of love for you and it’s floating up to my ears and coming out my mouth and my toes. Look.” And he opened his mouth and raised his toes in the air.
Thank you, little Martin.
Let me get out of my head when things seem overwhelming; seeing two little boys with love dripping from their toes makes it better.
i have never heard the over-brimming love of family described so well. your child is indeed a poet.
That’s such a nice compliment–thank you. He’s a sensitive and sweet little boy. (He sure didn’t deserve the rude things I was thinking when he first sat next to me…)
Wow, everything about that post is perfect…it’s so true, this parenting thing is such an emotional ride. And the guilt (!) for even thinking those ‘rude’ things…ugh.
I love your masthead. I want to be there…it’s beautiful. Great shot!!!
So beautiful. Thanks for sharing his imagery.
I like how you were trying to get the baby to “change his mind.” I’m going to keep those dripping toes in my mind for a long time.
That is incredibly sweet.
Awwwwwwww.
These kinds of statements were the only things that kept me teaching.