show and tell part one


    Oh, the comfort—
    the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person—
    having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,
    but pouring them all right out,
    just as they are,
    chaff and grain together;
    certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
    keep what is worth keeping,
    and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

               ~ Dinah Craik, A Life for a Life


“Language Arts – Writing – wrote about a place they go to calm down. Brooke said she goes to Mama and then she feels better.”

             ~ Brooke’s aide, her daily report

Grinning like a fool as I read the report, I ran for my camera. I had to share this with you.

I know you know how much this means.

All the times I felt so impotent, so helpless. All the times my beautiful little girl trembled in my arms and I felt like there was nothing I could do. All the times that it killed me to think that I couldn’t make it better.

But I could make it better. I did make it better.

She goes to Mama and then she feels better.

I was there.

And sometimes I guess that’s enough.



8 thoughts on “show and tell part one

  1. Yes, what a sweet reassurance. You’re her source of strength, calm, comfort and unconditional love. No one does it better than Mama.

  2. Oh, that’s wonderful! I love when I get reports like that too. Also it’s great that they’re starting her on writing; it will help her express herself even more.

  3. wow. Foster said in a Mother’s Day tribute that I feed him good. I thought that was pretty sweet, considering the vitamin/green food/protein concoction he has to choke down every morning.

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