A Quiet Victory Loud with Joy


Its quiet. Steady. Rising and falling, the inhale and exhale of warm breath gently kisses my cheek, swathing it in a coziness we’ve rarely experienced.

You turn over on your side, one hand stroking your blanket, the other curled around my arm as my hand reaches across to stroke your hair-wild, wispy curls that corkscrew around my fingers, hugging them tight.

Our eyes meet-your gaze, swimming with sleep, holds mine and in your eyes I see the tides of comfort coming in, washing over you, sweeping you away in its swaying current.

Your grip on my arm tightens, your breathing becomes deeper, you slide into a slumber I can only hope is absent of the searing pain we both can’t wait to be over: TEETHING.

And its in this moment, as we lay here enveloped in blankets and slow, steady, breathing, that I can whisper to myself: “I am a good mother. I can do this. I have what it takes to take care of my children. I AM A GOOD MOTHER.”

In mid snore your hand squeezes my arm in response as if to say, “Yes mommie, you do. You can. You are.”

Drifting off to sleep, I tuck this peaceful memory away, in a safe place, where the lie that I’m anything but has no voice…a place of truth I can go to during those frantic moments when I need hope and a reminder the most.

Its just a moment, a small fraction of time, but one whose weight is heavy in joy.

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2 thoughts on “A Quiet Victory Loud with Joy

    • gracias Mama 🙂 I’m trying to work on allowing myself to recognize, take advantage of & fully embrace these moments when they happen. thanks so much

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