In the night I slept and listened still to my baby breathing across the room.
My baby is grown now – a woman, yet I still listen with a maternal half ear, for a hitch or a broken breath. Still ready with a mother’s fight.
With dawn another day and another plane of the air beckons, turning our heads, so up we get and goodbye to each others corporal lives again for another while. Caught smiles and wishful promises. Held tears. Turning back to instagram and txt and whatsapp and all those phone family savers on our tiny smart devices in our fast moving old fashioned hands.
Already planning – next time.
it is 24F/-4C as I write at 6.30am in Chicago.
The forecast is – Windy. Cloudy skies will become partly cloudy this afternoon. High 48F. Winds SSW at 20 to 30 mph.
I am off out into the streets of Chicago shortly to walk to the Metra station and begin my journey back to the farm. Back to the country and the good work.
Have a lovely day.
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
28 responses to “Baby’s Breath”
Mmmm – makes my heart ache for my own two ‘grown’ girls who are in their 40’s now. We still have ‘our’ time with hair brushings, cooking together, ten-day visits, things I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world! Me? I need more chix flix and piggy pix! Hurry home safely!
Your last two posts, Miss C., moved me to think maybe there’s something to be learned from the transgender discussions going on in politics and the news. (Strange connection, right? But hold on.) You see, I am becoming jealous of mothers. In an odd way I wish I could be both woman and man, so I could participate in the intimacy that mothers and children have. I never experienced that close personal bond (i,.e., conversations, shared interests other than sports, “hanging out”time) with my father, nor with my son–the apple falling, and all that. But I have observed in my family and here in your reflections as well as in the lounge comments that mothers have far more intense relationships with their daughters and sons. At least I am developing a sensitivity to that, however late. Yet another reason I like reading this blog and others. Men I know don’t write or talk about these things, and I wish they would.
Albert- I do understand what you are saying and the fact that YOU understand what you are saying tells me a lot about you. You would be a most wonderful mentor for a young person. c
Such a lovely post my friend!! ; o )
Sweet
How lovely to have her with you if just for a short time. She would be so proud of you! Hugs