as though a tender blister bursting,
when my child's tiny hand rests on my knee
and I gaze at it and I remember it is not mine.
I am not the little child,
but the mother.
And those moments I am caught
and I see through their eyes,
something that was once so familiar,
and I am brought to stillness,
my heart undone.
When my own voice fails me,
and I hear theirs,
lilting, sweet and sure.
Their world certain and simple and yet so wondrous.
And I am filled.
I am filled.
36 comments:
Motherhood is indeed filling, and wonderful (well, most of the time!).
And it's good to appreciate the wonderful in life.
Beautiful words, as always, Ciara.
Indeed Ciara ,some parents truly don`t know when they are blessed , it hurts me when I hear parents moan about their kids...they should be on bended knee thanking God for them !
Lovely poem.
I like how it speaks to both what's shared and what's separate between your life and your children's lives.
(Unfortunately there are parents who see their children only as extensions of themselves and their own wishes and dreams, and not as little people who are very much a part of them but are developing into their own selves as well - which should be a beautiful process to behold, but instead produces mostly anxiety and anger.)
So beautiful.
lump in my throat, Ciara. motherhood is so dang new to me, i am still caught up in the wonder of IT and of HIM. but it's wonderful to know that a few years down the road won't still ever make me take it for granted. i know my infertility struggle has pretty much guaranteed that. you put it so beautifully. but don't despair - the child you were is still within you and still so...apparent when i read your posts. your innocence and fascination with Life, its wonders. you are still that little girl, for sure...
loooooove the photos! i am always looking for great pics of people swinging. swinging just makes you feel so free, and i love that. love when people capture it.
oh. oh.
This is perfect and true. Big sigh. xo G
Beautiful words and thoughts. There is really nothing in the world like motherhood.
Wow, that is beautiful Ciara. Life in a moment through other's eyes
Such beautifully expressed sentiment. It is so wonderful to watch our children growing into their own unique, independent selves.
What a beautiful post! Thank you so much for putting into words what all mothers feel.
Beautiful poem Ciara & I love the photos. They really capture the atmosphere out there.
Keep warm
Jas
x
A mother's view, but a view that should be adopted universally. How can we not love our children?
A beautiful post.
Beautiful!
Someone was telling me lately that children stop playing aged round 10, so these are some very important years that remain to your children and mine, out in the fields with heads full of freedom and opportunity along with the escapees of our own inner children.
beautiful ciara x
Parenting is such an elusive balance of holding on and letting go...no? Beautiful words, Ciara.
xo,
-maria
So sweet and touching...
This is such a gorgeous post, i love it. Just came across your blog. Beautiful photos too, I love the grubby hands, so cute! x
Such beautiful and touching words. Thank you so much for sharing them!
The love in mothering is so deep and heartfelt. That was so lovingly written...the sweet innocence of children....your photos I loved too!!! Gosh I have used loved in this comment so much but I felt that post....I did! Your children have a wonderful mommy.
Lovely, lyrical poetry and pictures. You capture the moment perfectly.
This is a very tender post.. very moving.
Beautiful words Ciara, and photos.
That enviroment looks awesome. Love the light, I would like tho photograph there too.
So beautiful Ciara. Your pictures are gorgeous and your words are so meaningful.
Lovely, like you!
Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.
--Elizabeth Stone
So true... you're words are wise.
It is hard to comment on such a poignant piece of writing without sounding too cliche, I wish I had your gift.
I hope you are getting over your winter blues.
Lovely. Simply lovely.
as i watch my own children, these words of yours ". . . and i see through their eyes, something that was once so familiar" sum it up perfectly, so familiar & yet so very new, memories & reminders.
How very beautiful.
Enjoy the weekend.
lovely sentiments!
just gorgeous ciara! s x
That is just so lovely Ciara, I sense you are still the little child , in the mother's body ...and lucky everyone at milkmoon for that...
I've not been around but your last post made me smile not least because we DID get a bridget's cross home but have tried very subtly NOT to have it in the house....you know what those things are famous for!!!
Your words are so piercingly true. Thank you for making me gasp with recognition.
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