My friend and I were talking over coffee tonight and she told me she wanted her daughter to grow up knowing how much her mother delighted in her. What a wonderful way to phrase mama love.
I too, want the littles to know how much I delight in them. In who they are, in the passion and joy, the humour and wonder they bring to each day, each moment (well….most moments.)
And added to that, this song, from Holden Village. I sing this song to India almost every night as she’s falling asleep.
“How could anyone ever tell you, you were anything less than beautiful
How could anyone ever tell you, you were less than whole
How could anyone fail to notice, that your loving is a miracle
How deeply you’re connected to my soul.”
And this, from Ani Difranco.
“In the garden of simple, where all of us were nameless
You were never anything but beautiful to me.”
And so, as yet another day finds it’s close, this, from me.
“You, littles, are my joy. I delight in you.”