a mother’s heart
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Sticks & Stones Will Break My Heart (this the joy of motherhood)
He draws a smiley face in every window of his chalk house, and someone stuck a smiley face on top of the brown bookshelf. One day I even came across a tiny blue butterfly sticker which found itself in flight behind our cheap little kitchen toaster. I step past an old flower pot they’ve filled… Continue reading
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Motherhood by Laundry Load – a poem of transformation
it was like so many otherMondays,but now she was nearly9 months oldand I was folding laundry slow,those muslin cloths with goats and owlsand edges thick withhappy lace,my hands heavywith the sweetnessfingering through theseasonscascading in unshedtearsbehind my eyes. motherhood— I’ve never been morechangeddoing the same loadsof laundryover and over and overagain. –S.V.F. / Laundry Loads read… Continue reading
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To My Younger Mom Self
If I could say one thing to her— You’re going to be off balance for a little awhile, then a week before your son turns five he will burst into the kitchen, wonder what you’re doing, discover you’re in there making chocolate brownies from a box. And you’ll be smiling, toppling over, just trying to… Continue reading
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Communion – a poem for mothers trying to worship
baby fingers narrowly keptfromCommunion juice,rowdy children hushed,a mother’s look,sit still,she barely gets a prayerin edgewise,thank you, Lord, thankyou, Lord.and in this quiet, chaoticpew,this mother with her children,this broken upworshipher Lord is trulyglorified,and likely quite delightedby the narrowly,rowdy,barely edgewise. -S.V.F., Communion ❤ I have been wanting to write about how a mother of little children participates… Continue reading
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