They can hardly hold him anymore.
A boy barreling full-speed ahead toward the teen years.
Proud to be as tall as Mom’s shoulders.
But we have ground to recover.
We must go back before we go forward.
His eagerness reminds me of his toddlerness.
The ruffling of the blond hair.
The holding was necessity then.
But we forgot.
He ran.
He went numb.
He forgot the feeling, the loving.
I try to hold him tight enough.
To squeeze his numbness out.
Feel this holding.
Feel this loving.
You are loved.
And my arms go numb.
Numb with the holding.
Taking on his numbness, I begin to feel less.
He begins to feel more.
It is a daily gospel.
He who takes on our numbness.
So we can feel.
So we know we are loved.
2 Comments
Linda · January 13, 2012 at 3:55 pm
Bless you, bless you all.
Linda
Janine the Bean · April 12, 2012 at 3:06 am
Oh, this made me cry.
Some time soon, I need to write a long e-mail to you about some things we're going through with Dominic. We're looking for help.