My Skin Remembers
By Lisa McCrohan
In the dark stillness of the early morning,
before the first glimmers of dawn appear through our bedroom window,
Brian brings our baby to me for an early morning feeding.
She is half awake half asleep now nuzzled next to me.
Her little feet rest on my bare belly as she wraps one arm over my chest
and tucks the other under my breast to nurse.
I am laying on my side, my left arm stretched out on the bed
and heat from the top of Clara’s head warms the inside of my elbow.
My right arm wraps around her tiny, plump, six month old body.
Our bellies touching rise and fall together in a soft rhythm.
Though my body begs for more sleep, I don’t mind being up so early
before the sunlight slowly dances into our room.
I know now with my second child that this will not last forever.
There will come a day when I will long to hold my babies again
just like this
and my skin will ache with nostalgia.
But this morning, I also know that when that day comes,
a smile will rise up from within me
as my skin remembers breathing in
this
very
moment.
Lisa McCrohan, MA, LCSW-C, SEP
Blessings,
You have a beautiful way with words!
Oh how I loved the breathing in sync together – what an awesome memory. The time will come all too quickly when you’ll miss holding your babies in this way – I happy to see you live the moment!
Thank you Angela! I always appreciate your comments.
That’s really beautiful Lisa . . . thanks for sharing the moment!
Thanks Debbie! You make me smile!
Thanks, ladies! Lisa
This is very beautiful! It makes me miss my days of nursing my little ones. Enjoy every minute of it!
Jen, I’m totally enjoying (almost!) every moment! I could use some extra sleep, but most of the time, I sure am grateful for what I have. And our little C., she is such a delight, I can’t refuse her!