thankful thoughts – hold me momma

Thankful thoughts was drafted on my phone today – in the dark. It’s at the request of my son.

I had a different post drafted, but this one seems more important. I must capture this moment and trap it on the page before it flies away.

thankful thoughts hold me momma

It’s early Sunday morning. The upstairs of our home (where all the bedrooms are) is still cool and dark.

About 30 minutes ago, I flipped on one tiny light. I had an eye on a little quiet time and then writing in the solitude.

Twenty five minutes ago, a small voice complained that the light had woken him up. He speaks in a breathy whisper when he is sleepy. I can still feel the warmth of his sleepiness in his hair as he hugs me.

As he tumbled into the nearest bed (mine) he held my hand to his cheek. It was still soft with the indented sheet wrinkle pattern.  He sighed

.i must write this down

I gave in. I surrendered to the sweet “hold me momma” moment. Even as I write this his feet are entwined with mine.

He is precious, and I am thankful.

I am thankful to still have “hold me momma” moments.

Last summer, I wrote countless posts propped up on pillows in our bed with my boys laying next to me in bed.  They would watch morning cartoons as I typed.

During the school year, I wrote in solitude.

he is precious and i am thankful

As summer approached, I wondered if my boys had outgrown their summer ritual.  I wondered if they would prefer the couch.  I wondered if my writing would survive the transition.

I worried that I would see my children as an unwelcome intrusion to the writing process.

I wondered how I would maintain the careful balance that is my life.

And in this moment, this small “hold me momma” moment, I have answers.  It may not be perfect.  But in this small perfect moment, I am content.

I am thankful.

Updated October 2014: This captured one of my last “hold me momma” moments ever. It is precious to me because it is preserved here for always. The summers of 2013 and 2014 did not see a return of the boys dog piling into my bed each morning. Once they figured out how to navigate the PVR, they stopped. They really are only little for a little while.

What are you thankful for today?

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Susan Baker
I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
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  1. Sarah Mueller says:

    This is so sweet! Have a blessed day!

  2. This is just SO SWEET. 🙂 I absolutely adore this post!-Ashley

    • He was very sweet that morning. Unlike today. Sigh… I capture the sweet moments to hold me through the other kind. He’ll be in 2nd grade this fall – growing too old to have too many more of these mornings.

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