Perfect Moments

Jan 3, 2010 by desiringvirtue

Darkness surrounds us and silence is broken only by soft, tiny, even breaths. They were not always thus. No, a few moments ago they were short, scared, filled with pain. That was before Mommy was with you, before you felt the skin of her soft shoulder beneath your head, before you heard her gentle voice fill your soul. But she is here now; I am here now.

Mommy’s mind races through the countless times she has rocked you like this. The many minutes, hours that we have spent together in the darkness. Rocking. There were the nights when you nursed at her breast, so small and delicate. Now you are warm, heavy, and beautiful sleeping quietly on my shoulder.

Time seems to move slower when we rock in the darkness.  Looking into your angelic face I know that I am forever blessed. Many will never experience these perfect moments, but God has given them to me in abundance. Though you dream far away, Mommy whispers a prayer praising her Father for the miracle that you are. Must I surrender you to your bed and leave this night to the cruel dimness of memory?

I’ll let you go now sweet child. Don’t you worry or stir as I set you down. I am never more than a whimper away, never more than a soft cry down the hall. If you call me I will hear you because that is what Mommies do. Our souls are connected and I feel when you need me. While the rest of the world sleeps, my heart keeps watch over you, my little one. It won’t allow me to forget you; it won’t allow me to sleep through.

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