Friday, April 17, 2015

mother love

"maternal desire, marrow-deep and stronger than death."
-mother and photographer Sally Mann, in an article featured in the New York Times

I distinctly remember the day I cradled my two year old baby twin boys firmly on each of my hips for the last time, in that instinctual side-to-side sway only a mother knows. I made a quick, decisive  mental note as I felt the whisper of a nerve twinge in the small of my back: This will be the last time I hold my loves together.

I recall what I was wearing that day, what they were wearing (the tiniest, red high-top Converse sneakers you ever saw), the conversation we shared in that moment, and the color of the sky. A perfect mental picture forever preserved. It's my prerogative as mother to pull this clip on the reel of life into full focus; unembellished, unfiltered.

Toil away, encourage, hope, and pray. Skip ahead to this new and present day and we find another snapshot to absorb into mindful memory. They are walking away, this time plodding along in hefty hiking boots that support the strain of the packs they carefully packed themselves, powered by their own steam and enthusiasm to build their own fires, cook their own meals, fend for themselves. 

They may not remember to look back, but mother love has already sealed the moment. 

This post compiled to Landslide - Fleetwood Mac 

"Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older too"
-Stevie Nicks, Fleetwood Mac

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