Tuesday, August 22, 2006
It is the noise of the daylight hours that makes you appreciate a Quiet House. It is the sleepless nights, the piles of diapers on the back porch, the endless search for the pacifier under the crib, the squabbles, the screaming...it is all these things that make the boogery kisses, sunrise snuggles, and guileless grins that much sweeter. Having my mom in town these past few days has sent my mind racing ahead to her time--when my kids are having kids, when your life is almost yours again, but never quite yours. Always, a piece of your heart and mind remains and still aches as you watch them struggle through the cycle of life, and my, what a messy struggle it is. I have newly resolved to savor the season: to relish the urgency in Lucy to be and do just like her brother, to participate in Seth's eager discovery of the details of his world, and memorize the one of a kind feel of a fresh life kicking and pressing from inside, preparing to enter this messy marvelous place. Thanks goodness, though, for a Quiet House at the end of the day.