the door scrapes open and a cross breeze catches woven sheers, sends them billowing through a bright square of window as a nanny enters our sanctuary of three.
she carries a tray of oranges with skin mottled green and gold, wedges of almost-summer on a plate. our little guy takes a couple, delight stretched across his face, and in universal four-year-old form he sucks out every last bit of juice while leaving the mangled pulp behind.
his mouth full of seeds, he looks round for a trash bin or napkin and so i hold out my hand to him. he spits those seeds into my palm without a second thought, then scampers off for the beach ball with sticky-chinned nonchalance.
and sure, our court hearing lingers two days off, and we’ve yet to be granted official approval to parent this small person. but i smile damp at that handful of orange seeds, having become, in that single act, every bit his mother.
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That's all. And yet, it's everything.
goodness. such a simple interaction has me so happy for you I have to sneak to wipe away tears. i am so happy for you nic.
I'm not sure why, but I'm weeping, happily, right now. Love you, and love that this is happening for your family.
Happy tears. Did you put the seeds in your pocket?
i love every bit of this post. so beautiful.
Goose bumps.
Goose mountains, really.
Only a mom would allow someone to spit into her hand. Only her child would spit into her hand. Comfort and intimacy. <3
that's for sure! and love those colors in your photo.
that is definitely a mother-moment!
And that is a breathtakingly gorgeous photo. Oh I could do with one of those right now.
my heart swells reading this-pure joy. xo
yes YES...perfect example of true motherhood. love this nic. you just captured it!
having become, in that single act, his mother....
this made my heart stop. incredible. such a simple act, and yet, in it, everything. and love grows from a handful of seeds...
I just want to sit it your living room and hear you tell this story and weep, clap and giggle all at the same time. Oh, I guess I just did, kinda. At least the weep/clap/giggle part. Bless your growing mammaheart!
oh, tears!
Just catching up with your amazing posts...wow...what incredible journey and experience...you are my hero!!!
Love your writing, it is so touchy and beautiful, you should write a book!!!:)
His mother, indeed.
Beautiful!
Beautiful post, Nic.
Did you keep the seeds? Somehow, I can imagine a day much later, when your son fails a math test or loses a library book or comes up against a bully or misses a sure goal or is the one kid not invited to the birthday party or just has a bad day ... and he will have that "hand to spit his seeds". If that grumbly young man doesn't believe you'd do anything to make him feel better, show him those seeds.
Good on ya, Nic.
Magic only a mother could understand. Incredibly happy for your family!
I love everything about that post. You have a wonderful way with words. My guess is that you've been told that before... :)
Beautiful post, Nic.
Did you keep the seeds? Somehow, I can imagine a day much later, when your son fails a math test or loses a library book or comes up against a bully or misses a sure goal or is the one kid not invited to the birthday party or just has a bad day ... and he will have that "hand to spit his seeds". If that grumbly young man doesn't believe you'd do anything to make him feel better, show him those seeds.
Good on ya, Nic.
I just want to sit it your living room and hear you tell this story and weep, clap and giggle all at the same time. Oh, I guess I just did, kinda. At least the weep/clap/giggle part. Bless your growing mammaheart!
my heart swells reading this-pure joy. xo
Happy tears. Did you put the seeds in your pocket?
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