Thursday, March 8, 2012
It hit during Mike's spring break, which has been a blessing, because there has been none of the stressful logistical rearranging that usually attends unexpected sickness around here on a weekday. Instead, Mike took Frances to school and I spent much of the morning comforting and holding our sickie. Mike came home and read Huck Finn next to us, passing stories and tissues and the phone our way when needed.
Gabriel shivered and dozed in my arms, and I was transported back to the simplicity and peace of those early days nursing and holding my babies. Because it really is peaceful to give yourself physically in that way. There's nothing else you can do; no decisions to be made, no other duty more pressing than this, the offering of your warm, strong arms. So much in life, in parenting especially, is complicated and twisted up. It is not always clear how you can help, or if you should even try. But for a few hours this morning, clarity ruled. I sang songs and read stories and spent long stretches simply holding my sick kid.
Let's hope so.