Sounds of Love
So what sounds do you make when you hold a baby? We all make some kind of cooing noise or clucking or something. Have you noticed how a baby makes you feel good? If it doesn't then you are seriously dysfunctional. See a shrink!
So in our household I have noticed how Erin's mom, Tanesha coos and clucks when she holds Erin. It is very soothing. A sorta ouuuh sound that conveys a comforting feeling and her voice is ever so soft. It is the sound of love for her child. What a wonderful experience for not only Erin but for me as well. To hear her speaking to her child with such love and kindness in her voice. It would be nice if all mothers had such abilities. Soft voices, warm bosoms and lots of love and patience. What would our world be like then. Much better I am sure.
There it goes that sound. As I write Erin fusses a bit and Tanesha coos. Erin quiets and all is well. Gary would love that sound. He would have such things to write here. More than his mom I am sure. But I try.
We are doing well. All of us. Erin is growning quickly. She seems to stretch the fabric on her little clothes all too fast. She is only 16 days old. She bobbles her head around like one of those bobble head dolls and you have to be aware of the quickness she can move. Her head is heavy with thought and the changing ability of sight and she want to try to focus on all of it. She currently is enjoying the contrast between the open beam ceilings we have. She stares at those and then the headboard on Tanesha's bed. It is a Morracan mozaic with dark wood and lots of geometric design. Very beautiful. Then of course there is the wall hanging that was Gary's that is of a sun, moon and stars motif. It is over Erin's changing table. She enjoys trying to focus on that while she is getting her diaper changed.
She is changing fast. I see her father in her and sometimes while I am holding her I forget where and who I am. I see Gary lying in my arms for a minute and am transported back some 36 years. He is small and life is stretching out in front of us. Man do I miss him. But for an instant he is there, small and sweet and staring at his mom.
But then I go forward and see Erin as a toddler with blonde locks and a cute little dress (not to frilly, Gary!) playing in the grass. Such days to look forward to. Sigh!!
Well that is all for now. Erin is off to bed and I must go and kiss her goodnight. So smoochable she is. Oh at the miracle that she is here. Thank you dear ones that watch out for us.!!
I can hear the cooing sounds as I write.
So in our household I have noticed how Erin's mom, Tanesha coos and clucks when she holds Erin. It is very soothing. A sorta ouuuh sound that conveys a comforting feeling and her voice is ever so soft. It is the sound of love for her child. What a wonderful experience for not only Erin but for me as well. To hear her speaking to her child with such love and kindness in her voice. It would be nice if all mothers had such abilities. Soft voices, warm bosoms and lots of love and patience. What would our world be like then. Much better I am sure.
There it goes that sound. As I write Erin fusses a bit and Tanesha coos. Erin quiets and all is well. Gary would love that sound. He would have such things to write here. More than his mom I am sure. But I try.
We are doing well. All of us. Erin is growning quickly. She seems to stretch the fabric on her little clothes all too fast. She is only 16 days old. She bobbles her head around like one of those bobble head dolls and you have to be aware of the quickness she can move. Her head is heavy with thought and the changing ability of sight and she want to try to focus on all of it. She currently is enjoying the contrast between the open beam ceilings we have. She stares at those and then the headboard on Tanesha's bed. It is a Morracan mozaic with dark wood and lots of geometric design. Very beautiful. Then of course there is the wall hanging that was Gary's that is of a sun, moon and stars motif. It is over Erin's changing table. She enjoys trying to focus on that while she is getting her diaper changed.
She is changing fast. I see her father in her and sometimes while I am holding her I forget where and who I am. I see Gary lying in my arms for a minute and am transported back some 36 years. He is small and life is stretching out in front of us. Man do I miss him. But for an instant he is there, small and sweet and staring at his mom.
But then I go forward and see Erin as a toddler with blonde locks and a cute little dress (not to frilly, Gary!) playing in the grass. Such days to look forward to. Sigh!!
Well that is all for now. Erin is off to bed and I must go and kiss her goodnight. So smoochable she is. Oh at the miracle that she is here. Thank you dear ones that watch out for us.!!
I can hear the cooing sounds as I write.
posted by moonfeather's flight at 8:02 PM
1 Comments:
Lately, I've been looking at my own daughters with eyes from the past, remembering how I used to cuddle and hold and coo to them. Wow, time goes by so fast it seems, with little bodies ballooning into sizes that I couldn't have imagined when they were born. I guess I miss those times that I wasn't able to be with them, the chunks of time during the weekdays that I can't be with them - you don't realize how much time you're away from home until you sit down and actually visualize the time they get to see you. It's not that much. Ah, and the times in the evening when I've gotten irritated at them for jumping all over me, those are the times that'd I'd like to redo, erase, start over. But I guess I can't, but I can make today, now a priority, try to help usher my frustrations of the day out and my love for my family in.
All this talk of babies takes me back, back to the times of uncertainty of being able to be a good parent, the lack of sleep :), and those oh so beautiful times when I could just sit and coo with them. Thank you for bringing those memories back to me, and thank you gary for being part of all of this.
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