By Michelle Webster-Hein

February 13, 2014


I was dense today, rushed. I kept losing important things--the keys, the phone, my daughter’s pacifier. I forgot to keep an eye out for something beautiful.

But I do have this quiet moment--pecking out words with one hand, cradling the babe with the other. It’s the only way I write anymore--her head in the crook of my left arm, her legs under the wing of my right elbow. When she was very young, I found it difficult. Now I wonder what I’ll do when she no longer finds her solace in my lap, when I cannot gaze at the pulse of her neck, listen to the softness of her sighs until the right words find me.

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Now that is beauty!
Judy Defeo at 10:24am EST - February 13, 2014
This is pure and true beauty in the everyday.
Connie at 7:28pm EST - February 13, 2014
Michelle, your posts are such a relief. As a writer with a four month old baby girl, so many of these posts frame similar experiences I have in my own life right now, experiences that I'm still figuring out how to integrate into my idea of myself and my life. It's comforting to watch someone else tackle the subject.
Kelly at 2:01pm EDT - April 24, 2014

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