Category Archives: The Nursery

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Held

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The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive

This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held

(lyrics from Natalie Grant’s “Held”)

“Moooommmmyyyy!” she cries, untwisting herself from her spot on the floor and running to curl next to me on the couch. “I don’t like this pawt,” she whispers as she pulls the blanket to cover us both, “Hold me?”  Read more... (561 words, estimated 2:15 mins reading time)

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I love holding you.

I whisper into her hair. She is fresh from the bath, smelling of coconut and wrapped in her white towel. She is curled on my lap for warmth, shivering and soaking my clothing through with her wetness. I rock back and forth on the floor and cuddle her tightly.

How long have we been sitting this way?

Quiet.

No words.

Just rocking and breathing and warming.

There are no clocks in her room. Nothing to say, “Hurry up! There are things to be done! It’s lunchtime or snack time or time to do this or be there!”  Read more... (219 words, 1 image, estimated 53 secs reading time)

It Never Gets Old

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This morning as I pulled out our Children’s Bible, I teased my boys in my best Aussie accent (yes, I am a dork), “Oh, we’ve reached the part about Jesus’ birth. We don’t need to read that! It was just Christmas.”

Smiling back at me, Bear yelled, “NO!”

And Ash said, “You can’t skip parts of the Bible, Mom, we need all of it.”

Really? Why?

I love my Bear’s heart, “Because, Mom, it never gets old.”  Read more... (421 words, estimated 1:41 mins reading time)

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I could tell it had snowed. There was a stillness settled around our house, so I checked to see and found a two-hour delay for the boys’ school. Rolling back over, I reveled in the quiet. Then I heard his steps–my Bear, coming to me. He leaned his head on my shoulder, “Mommy? I just don’t feel good.” As I turned, I pulled him to me. “My throat hurts.” I immediately felt the fevered head and knew I had a sick boy.  Read more... (192 words, estimated 46 secs reading time)

Cries in the Dark

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When I woke in the morning it was dark, and our house was still and quiet. As I began moving down the stairs I heard a rustling sound, and I knew my Bella was awake. I popped my head in her room and saw her silhouette illuminated by her nightlight. “Hey, Bella girl,” I whispered. “You coming down with me?”

She jumped out of bed and I helped her into her robe. We started walking together in the dimly lit room, then suddenly she turned and ran back across her room to her new nightlight. Excited to have something new, she switched it off not thinking about what would happen, and the room was plunged into darkness.  Read more... (533 words, estimated 2:08 mins reading time)