Overflowing with Love
Katie Williams
Ringgold GA USA
From NEW BEGINNINGS, Vol. 21 No. 6, November-December 2004, p. 214-215
There is nothing quite like watching my nursling sprawled across my lap as she succumbs to
sleep. She dreams her dreams and I take in the quiet beauty of the moment. She continues to nurse
intermittently, sweet swallows of milk to comfort her as she slips deeper and deeper into utter
contentment and relaxation. Her limbs are limp with slumber. Perhaps her ankles are crossed or
her toes are curled on one foot -- the sheer abandonment to the loving circle of my arms is so
dear. Her little eyelashes lay curled atop her adorable chubby cheeks, and her tiny ears wriggle
ever so slightly as she sucks. I breathe in her baby smell and wish that she could stay in my lap
forever.
Motherhood is such a joy! This is what I have always wanted to do, and yet I never imagined how
incredible it would be. As I hold my sleeping baby, I feel such sweet bliss and I try to memorize
all of the details of the moment, to imprint them upon my heart. To me, these are the most priceless
and fleeting moments, memories that I will always treasure, and I can’t imagine missing out on them. While other obligations will always be there, I have a limited number of opportunities to soak up the joy of moments like this. And so, I kiss my little sleeping baby and smile. My heart is overflowing with love.
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