The first time she came to me I thought she was there for Xander.
Baby boy singing and cooing to her as she carefully stepped closer and closer.
Later, much later, he told me she was there for me
not him.
"Mom, your totem is a Deer," said the Wolf Boy.
She comes as a gentle, graceful, and loving reminder
to be gentle, graceful, and loving.
Caught up in my thoughts,
windows down in defiance of the wind and clouds,
music loud.
At the stop sign she edged up to the car from the tall grasses in the ditch.
Young and exquisitely beautiful.
So small standing there too close to the road.
Looking at me,
not my car,
not the headlights.
She looked at me.
So still she could have been a lawn ornament.
But she wasn't.
As always, there at just the right time.
http://alltotems.com/deer-spirit-meaning-symbols-and-totem/
Friday, July 26, 2013
Sunday, February 3, 2013
It's going to be a good day
"Mom!" he whispered much too closely into my ear. I didn't need to look at the clock to know it was 0 dark thirty in the morning.
"Where do I put my dirty clothes?"
Oh great... an accident. He's almost 8. It's been ages since he's had an accident! At least he's big enough to take care of it himself now. He'll get changed and crawl into bed with me.
I drifted back to sleep...
You know that feeling you get when you're being watched? It woke me up. Before I opened my eyes I knew it was morning by the brightness shining through my eyelids. I also knew he was standing still & quiet, next to the bed, waiting for me to show any sign of waking.
"Mom!," he whispered, "Are you awake?"
"Um, not really. What's up?"
"Get up. I need to show you something."
Crap. This particular combination of words first thing in the morning is usually accompanied by some sort of mess needing immediate attention. So, I got up.
As I looked around I could see no mess. It was not just the lack of mess that was unusual, it was the lack of the usual mess. My bedroom floor was free of laundry and toys. His room was (gasp!) immaculate! The living room was clean.
"I did all the 'have to's' on our to-do list. Now we can just do the 'want to's' all day," he said with a proud grin.
I'm looking forward to a day of art projects, stories, games and snuggling on the couch!
"Where do I put my dirty clothes?"
Oh great... an accident. He's almost 8. It's been ages since he's had an accident! At least he's big enough to take care of it himself now. He'll get changed and crawl into bed with me.
I drifted back to sleep...
You know that feeling you get when you're being watched? It woke me up. Before I opened my eyes I knew it was morning by the brightness shining through my eyelids. I also knew he was standing still & quiet, next to the bed, waiting for me to show any sign of waking.
"Mom!," he whispered, "Are you awake?"
"Um, not really. What's up?"
"Get up. I need to show you something."
Crap. This particular combination of words first thing in the morning is usually accompanied by some sort of mess needing immediate attention. So, I got up.
As I looked around I could see no mess. It was not just the lack of mess that was unusual, it was the lack of the usual mess. My bedroom floor was free of laundry and toys. His room was (gasp!) immaculate! The living room was clean.
"I did all the 'have to's' on our to-do list. Now we can just do the 'want to's' all day," he said with a proud grin.
I'm looking forward to a day of art projects, stories, games and snuggling on the couch!
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