...Mother's Day would be it.
The perpetual tweet-and-flutter of Twitter keeps drawing me away from my own little blog. I love its brevity and terseness and emphemerality. Quickness and cleverness are assets there in a way they are not on a blog.
but
I feel compelled.
Last week, Zeke made his First Holy Communion. He was surrounded by family and was amid almost 100 other children dressed in suits and white dresses with veils. I even broke out the shapewear [Oh, MY! what did we ever do before Spanx?] and wore the same outfit I wore when he was baptized. It was sublime and joyful. Happy tears filled my eyes. I know his life will never be the same and that is a good thing.
Yesterday, he turned 8 [and made his 2nd Holy Communion!] and I wonder where that almost-decade has gone. In this little time, eight voyages around the sun, much has changed. My man has become a Catholic and I can hardly remember the longing I had when I journeyed toward the altar alone for Communion. Motherhood has filled the nooks-and-crannies of a life and I can hardly remember the longing I had during those years of presumed infertility.
Longings almost forgotten. Ah! That's what this blog is for.
1 year ago
4 comments:
Dear Ruth Ann,
I've read your brief and lovingly-crafted story a dozen times, and each time it brought a smile and a tear or two.
Store away those precious memories. A few more orbits of the sun and the house will echo of memories, but will be empty of childhood voices.
Bless you and your family.
MH
Hey why does some woman with a Jewish name write in Chinese?
Where's the dim sum? I was told that there would be dim sum.
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